So the kids are about to head out the door, and I notice that they're all wearing either sweatshirts or jackets - except Sean, who is also wearing a wool hat and gloves. So I ask Sean: Is it cold outside today? Sean says it's cool. I open the door, feel the air. It's maybe 55-60 degrees out. Cool, but not cold. Certainly not hat and gloves weather. So I make him take those off and put them up.
Then I look at Evan, and he's wearing this incredibly heavy winter coat. This is Texas, guys, early September. It may be cool RIGHT NOW, but in about three hours, it'll be 80-90 degrees. So I tell him to go get a lighter jacket.
He comes out of their room two seconds later: I found Sean's jacket.
Me: Go get YOUR jacket.
He disappears again and is gone for several minutes. I yell: What are you doing? He replies: I've got my jacket! Me: Okay, bring it out.
He comes out, stands in front of me without a jacket. Him: I can't find my jacket.
Me: *spocking* What? You just said you HAVE YOUR JACKET! That does NOT equate with I CAN'T FIND IT! Why did you tell me you had it when you didn't?
Him: I don't know.
Sean: His jacket is right there on the kitchen chair.
Me: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHH I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD I CAN TAKE YOU OU... oh, wait, okay, I did NOT bring you into the world, but dudes! I can STILL take you out!
Them: *general giggling*
Me: *laughter* BEGONE FOUL BEASTS!
I was very annoyed, but it ended good. And I came here to share the joy of three boys.