Oh man.

So... I'm babysitting again tonight, and Wes told his dad before he left,

"Daddy, you look like a president"

because he was wearing a tux.

And then before he went to bed (after I told him a very, very, very modified version of Peter Rabbit, wherein Peter was named Wes and fought Mr. Macgregor because Macgregor was growing deadly vegetables to kill all the rabbits. Beatrix Potter, I'm sorry.) he told me,

"Your socks are funny. They're sooo beautiful, they could be princess socks. And fly!"