Maria, Johnathan, and Alexander were going to an Irish Caeli dance, and were getting ready to leave. John was wearing a polo shirt neatly tucked into his pants. As his favored apparel is a sloppy T-shirt and jeans with holes in them, I commented that it was nice to see him looking refined. John simply stared at me, glanced down at his clothes with a confused expression, then replied with slight annoyance: “Well, of course I’m going to put on socks!” Realizing he didn’t know what refined meant, Mom and I began to try to explain it to him. However, he persisted, “No, she meant stupid!”
Poor Johnathan.