Yesterday, Charlie was sneaking about the house, buck-naked. I told him to go get some clothes on. He said, "But I'm inbisible."
"Charlie, you're naked. Go get clothes on," I repeat
"You tan't see me, Im inbisible," he insists.
I counter that with, "But I can see your skin."
"My tin is inbisible," he counters. "Clothes is not inbisible."