I never took debate. What is that called? When someone tries to argue your rebuttal? Whatever. Either way, I win. 

See previous post. Then start here for the conversation we had as I was putting him in bed a few minutes ago. 

“They were NOT girl pants, mom!” Simon argued. “They were BLUE!”

“Oh yes, sweetie. They were. Baby blue with white piping and a slight boot cut? Girl pants. Cute girl pants, but definitely girl pants. You looked adorable.”