"Mama, I want to wear a tuxedo today," my six-year-old son announced.
"A tuxedo?" I asked. "You don't even own a tuxedo."
"Yes I do." He ran over to his closet and pointed to his suit.
"That's a suit. Why do you want to wear that?"
"It's a work day. I have to go to work."
"Dude, it's Sunday."
"My company is open every day except Saturday."
"What company is that?" I asked.
"Spy Company Incorporated."
I let the boy dress in a suit. He did a pretty good job, except that the buttons weren't quite lined up correctly on his dress shirt, and his tie was a little crooked.
"Let's work on your summer homework packet," I suggested after he was all dressed.
So he sat at the table doing his homework wearing his suit.
He looked very responsible.