So I pick up Kate and Anna after I leave work and get the kids from school. And it's a tight fit in the Saturn with two car seats with two kids in them, and three adults. Luckily Anna has a tiny butt and can squeeze between them! But I had a playdate with my sisters to hang out and play 'Dance Dance Revolution,' so we had to make do with the ride situation. In the car, I tell Kate I watched 'Idlewild' the night before, because she highly recommended it. I loved it as well, and it turns out that it was the only movie Kate's cried at in a long time.
I tell Kate that I didn't cry but I got a little teary. "Well, it's probably more emotional in the movie theater." she says.
I agree. "Yeah, you probably don't pause the movie to change the laundry."
Kate is outraged, but I defend myself saying that the kids were out of underwear and I wasn't going to send them to school and my mom's house commando.
Anna laughingly says that she totally would have sent them without, but then gets serious and asks if she's supposed to make D wear underwear to bed because, you know, she doesn't.
I tell her that's fine with me, but daytime wear requires, you know, something under it.
And all of a sudden Dillon pipes up from the back seat: "Mom, I am REALLY WORRIED! About my p—- (he uses the anatomically correct term, I'm not typing it so that I don't get my domain blocked as porn or something). I don't want to zip it up in a zipper!"
I assure him between the outburst gut-wrenching laughter that is EXACTLY the reason we wear underwear. It was so funny because I am not sure anyone has ever communicated that precise thought to him before, but he was able to piece together the idea from our innuendo! I was stopped at an interminably long red light, otherwise I would have certainly had to pull over. Kate, Anna, and I laughed the rest of the way to my house.
This is no laughing matter…
For years boys have been forced to pay extra attention to where they stop and their zippers begin. I know it seems like a no brainer…. but that is the exact problem… you see, when you are little… IT is little too… and when you grow IT grows with you… and there is that awkward faze during puberty that your feet grow faster then you do… and you know what they say about boys with big feet… they are clutzy as hell, and when you are trying to get out of the bathroom fast… sometimes accidents happen.
By the way… you know those PJs with the footies… you know the one piece ones with the plastic feet… well those are the worsts… When you are a kid and your mom wakes you up to go to the bathroom… MOMS… LOOK DOWN WHEN YOU ARE ZIPPING THOSE DAMN THINGS UP.
And that is all I have to say about that.
Yeah, I pinched Rose’s tummy once with those footie pjs. It was 2am but I still felt like the worst mom ever!
Chuck may not remember this, but when he was pretty little – maybe D’s age – he zipped himself up. I remember the blood curttling screams. It was horrible.
Uh. Thanks for sharing?