Bring Me My Slippers, Please

Having a two-year-old is a little like having a puppy. Tate loves to bring me things. He even fetches my slippers (whether or not I ask him to).

This is plenty sweet. The only problem is that he is very insistent--especially when he brings me these.



"Daddy. Slippers," he declares.

"Thanks, buddy. But I've gotta go to work. Can you hand me my shoes."

"No. Slippers."

"I can't wear slippers to work, buddy."

"Yes. Slippers."

So if you see walking around the office, rocking my Homer Simpsons, you'll understand.