Griffin went to bed in a pair of sweat pants he told me he was going to wear for a year. I asked him why he was going to wear it for a year, and he told me he was going to set a record.

He told me he had worn them for 7 days, and then he asked me how many days were in a year. I told him 365 and he couldn't believe it. He smiled sheepishly like he half didn't believe me and like he half had to reassess his idea.