OWEN: Where are my pants? Has anybody seen my pants?
ME: Hmm. There are pants in your closet. There are pants in the laundry basket. There are…
OWEN: No, I want the pants that DON’T make noise.
ME: [??]
OWEN: [Grabs a pair of pants. Just plain old pants. Like every other pair he owns.] Here, these will do.
ME: Um… Um… Okay then.