Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Whose underwear is in MY drawer?

My son cracks me up. Every once in a while, he will say something that seems to come out of nowhere that makes me laugh from my belly.

Before I went to Vegas, I went on a little shopping trip. I bought some basics, including some new boxer shorts for my son. He'd been wearing the same ones since we started potty training (4-5 years ago!) and they really were getting too small. And just in case you're wondering about the connection between boxers and potty training, they're easier to deal with than wrestling with briefs. When little boys are learning to go, it's usually a fairly sudden thing. Anyway, I'd always intended to buy him some new ones because he really likes them but had never quite gotten around to it.

So I found some very colorful boxers with dragons and race cars and plaids, brought them home, washed them and put them away in his drawer.

Apparently when I am not home, my husband picks out clothes and lays them out for my son to put on. I never do that - I've been training him to take care of himself (he gets his own breakfast, too!) and he's big enough to choose his own school clothes. This morning being the first morning that we are getting ready at the same time, I sent him to his room to get his clothes. Silence, drawer opening.... and a shriek - WHO'S UNDERWEAR IS THIS?

I 'bout fell down laughing.

Once he got over the shock, he was very pleased to have new underwear.

1 comment:

Alice in Wonderbread said...

Hee hee.
Tell him the underwear gnomes came.