Putting Mr. Pants to bed last night, I mentioned today being a holiday and some places I thought we could go.
"No!" he exclaimed in horror, "It's Presidents' Day! You can't go anywhere on Presidents' Day!"
My face asked for further clarification.
He earnestly supplied, "You just have to stay home and think about the lovely presidents!"
He did later soften his stance. Apparently, "thinking about the lovely presidents" is compatible with going to the playground and going to a friend's house.