Charlie has just had my stitches. He was getting undressed ready to jump in the bath and we were discussing the various items of clothng he was wearing. "What's these?" I asked. "My Socks, my trousers," etc etc. Eventually he was stood there is just his little pants and I said to him, "Come on then get your shreddies off." He looked at me laughed and said "Stupid mummy, they aren't my shreddies, I eat them all up for my breakfast. These are my pants."