Rusty, yelling through my open van window as I pulled out of the driveway in my sweaty running stuff to head to the grocery store: 

“Mom! (Bouncing the basketball) Um, when you get back can you go in da house and take off your clothes and come outside to play with us?!”
Just to be clear, Woods Park neighbors, he meant “change your clothes.” Feel free to breathe a giant sigh of relief…

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