Bless His Heart!

So, it's naptime, and I'm going about my business, enjoying time to do things without anyone hanging on me or whining or beating up a sibling, when I hear the unmistakable cried of little Jonathan. Not help-me-now-I'm-in-a-crisis cries, just your everyday I've-thrown-my-blankets-in-the-floor-AGAIN-and-I-really-want-them-back cries. Only a little extra urgent. He's probably lost his bear too. Possibly someone else managed to get it and is taunting him with it. the beds are close together. It happens. So I go in, scanning the floor for blankets and bears, and discover that not only has Jonathan lost his blankets and his bear, but also his overalls. They aren't on the floor. Where could they be? I whisper to Jonathan, "Where are your pants?!?" Still crying, he waves frantically in the direction of the nearest bed. There, sitting quietly on the side farthest from Jonathan, clutching a pair of overalls that do not belong to him, and grinning broadly at me, is ...Thomas! I can only imagine how he got them in the first place. I take them away, unable to keep from smiling myself, and put Jonathan's clothes back on him. I'm sure he was so proud of himself when he managed to get them off. I can see him waving them about to show everyone. The look on his face when they suddenly disappeared from his grasp must have been priceless!