Elijah and I went to the alterations kiosk because I had two pairs of long pants that had been sitting in my wardrobe, unworn, due to my vertically-challenged status. Elijah came into the change room with me and gave a running commentary on what was going on: "Mummy, you're taking your jeans off. Mummy, you're putting new jeans on now."
I was getting into my khakis and explained to Elijah that these were my khaki pants.
The cogs turned. "Those pants are for getting into the car, Mummy!"
(I just realised that this won't be funny at all to the non-Aussie readers. Try reading the post in an Aussie accent and then it'll make sense.)