Today is picture day at preschool, and though J had an idea for what he wanted to wear, his choice proved to be too small (he is a giant lately!), so we had to move on to (my) plan B. Only plan B was very wrinkled, so I told him I first had to find a coordinating (read: clean) undershirt and then I had to iron the shirt.
"But Mommy," he said. "Daddy knows how to do the ironing and he isn't here."
"Yes, I know, but Mommy knows how, too."
"But Mommy, don't be silly. Mommies don't iron!"
"Well, not usually, true, but they can in an emergency. So I will iron your shirt today."
"Wait until Daddy hears this!"
Yes, yes, yes. Everything is going according to plan!