July 19, 2011
Other People's Underwear
Yesterday afternoon, I told my boys that I had a special surprise waiting for them in the space that someday will be a walled-in study (right now it's just an open and empty formal living room).
They dug through two loads of clean laundry looking for their presents until they realized that the clothing piles were their presents.
"Thank you!" I chirped and went off to make dinner.
Over the next thirty minutes, lots of activity took place in the empty living room. Unfortunately, none of it was productive.
When I peeked around the corner to check on the progress, the boys were fighting over who had to fold all of the underwear.
"Do you have any plastic gloves?" they asked me.
"The longer you guys drag this out," I told them, "The less time you're going to have in the pool."
When I turned my back, one of them (I don't know who) threw a bra at me. And a pair of toddler-sized Lighting McQueen underpants.
They landed next to my foot.
"Be careful," I said with a crazy look in my eye. "Or I might make you wear them."
Shockingly, everyone got over their issue with touching other people's underwear.