Well this morning me and Tamara got a huge friggin’ laugh at Dylan. He had has socks out and Tamara was asking him where the socks go. He looks at her and says “fan” as he points at the ceiling. She of course was expecting him to say something like feet or toes. Instead he says “fan”. I gave him this look and then I smiled. Here’s why.
Last night Tamara was out and me and Dylan were in the living room. He took his socks off and was talking about his socks. I asked him if he wanted to see something funny with them and he nodded. I then turned the ceiling fan on and told Dylan that this was to be a little secret between me and him. He smiled and agreed. I then proceeded to throw his socks into the fan to see where they would end up. He laughed and we did it several more times. Each time they flew out of the fan, he got up and retrieved the sock and said “more”. We did it a few times then it was all done.
So this morning he then proceeds to tell his mom that his socks belong in the fan, thereby letting the cat out of the bag that we were being a little mischievous the night before 
Despite having my cover blown, it didn’t matter because I laughed so hard at him telling his mom where the socks should go
Pulled from DylansHouse.com. Read the original post here
