We’re outside getting ready to jump in one of the pools and Carter wants swimtrunks, only his have birdpoop on them.
He demands that I provide him with swim attire, which is surprising since he normally just rips off all his clothes and jumps in. I suggest he just use his underwear as a swimsuit, an idea he promptly rejects.
“It has to be REAL swim clothes!!” He looks around, then, “Wait! I have it! Hold on!”
He returns, naked from the waist down, but wearing a swim safety vest.