Pajamas.

Last night while I was getting Cannon to sleep he crawled over and whispered, "Mama, we have got to go get my Daddy some pajamas. He doesn't have ANY. He has to wear his underpants to bed every night. I bet he wishes he had some lion ones like me. Maybe we can get him some with whales or airplanes on them. Oh, Oh, Oh, I know maybe we can find him some with baseballs on them. He would like that Mama." I said, "Cannon, you are right. Maybe we can get him some for Christmas."