"What??? Why?"
"I don't know, that's all he said."
I tried to figure out what was going on, so I had Logan demonstrate to me that he does, in fact, know how to button his jeans and he did fine.
So, I texted the vp because he also happens to be my brother and I just asked him if Logan was trying to be difficult and make Mr. Atchley button his pants every day.
VP called me back rather than text to explain the situation. Apparently, Logan had to be talked to previously because he likes to lift his shirt above his head. And then, he likes to leave his pants unbuttoned. He told Mr. Atchley that his pants were too tight....umm, no. Logan's waste is so small that he can wear size 2 pants if it weren't for his height. So, I KNOW that his pants were not too tight. Mr. Atchley told him that if his pants were too tight, he needed to talk to his mom about that.
At the time I was talking on the phone, Logan was sitting on the couch, wearing said jeans, with his knees folded and basically touching his chin. I don't know about you, but when my jeans are tight, I don't exactly have that kind of range of motion.
Anyways, so I assure Uncle Dave that we will talk to Logan about keeping his clothes on appropriately.
When I got off the phone, I checked Logan's pants and he had more than enough breathing room. I told him to push his stomach out like he has a baby in his tummy...an he did, and he still had room in his pants.
So, I ask him "did you tell uncle Dave that your pants were too tight?"
Logan's response, "oh, you know me, always telling stories."
