Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

I snagged a couple windows of opportunity to dress the boys before breakfast this morning (obviously taking the huge risk that they will soil them beyond recognition by meal's end).  I jumped into some sweats and slippers before Ian's turkey sandwich requests turned riotous.  After the three of us finished a lunchy breakfast, I thought aloud, "I guess I should get dressed now.  My two boys are dressed.  I should be dressed too."  Ian replied, "Your boys are dressed, but their feet are cold.  How about some socks?"