"Yes, dearest child who somehow cannot speak anywhere near a normal volume"
"We need to get fancy clothes for Easter!"
"Because that's What You Do. You buy fancy clothes for Easter."
First off...seriously? This is why we're paying the big bucks? For him to go to a church pre-k so he can learn the true meaning of Easter--bunnies, parties, egg hunts and fancy clothes?
Second off..."fancy" in this house simply means long pants without holes in the knees. Oh...and socks. And underpants. Fancy clothes definitely means underpants.
Then he went on...
"I want pants with polka dotted Easter eggs! And a shirt with polka dotted Easter eggs too! That'd be pretty fancy, don'tcha think, Mommy?"
Oh, baby! And at that moment, I knew that all was not lost.