>> Jun 5, 2009
So someone (me) has been slacking on laundry. This morning poor Zach was without clean underpants.. though in my defense he is prone to changing them more than once a day.. as mornings are Lightening McQueen and if we are watching Thomas the Train movies.. our underwear must match, right? Knowing there were some in the dryer I told him to just put on his pants until the dryer was done. We aren't going anywhere so no big deal right?
Apparently, this to the ears of a three year old translated to asking a scrapper to burn her albums. Yes, it was that big of a reaction. He cried and pleaded for me to find him underwear.. all which was met by my not quite stiffled laughter. (Yes, I realize this probably didn't help.)
I just put shorts on the crying child and told him it'd be ok, it's no big deal just sit and relax for a little bit. He sat on the couch watching some SpongeBob and sniffling. Cut to about an hour later (calmed down, underwear forgotten) he slides off the couch.. upon which his shorts ride *up*..
I am sitting here in the chair and knew before he even said anything what he was thinking about this wedgie issue.. and whose fault it was. The most irritated look crossed his face as he turned to me.. hand yanking the shorts out of backside and very sternly he said "See! It is NOT OK!!!!! I told you I need underwear!"
Oh.. my... I am still crying from laughing so hard.