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Mayor Underwear

We’d already tucked both kids in twice when my daughter rolled from her covers and caught me in the hallway.  See this, mom?” she snickered.  Her right hand gripped a pair of underwear.

“I woke up this morning with these in my hand,” she said.  Her fist shook the tiny material.

She laughed once.

I looked at her and then at the undies.

“I waited for you to come upstairs last night,” she said, “because…”

She paused to pull the pink pair of underwear over her face and stare at me through the leg holes.

“…because I wanted to introduce you to Mayor Underwear.”

I smirked.

Meeting noted.


2 Responses to “Mayor Underwear”

  1. Jackie M says:

    That’s my girl….always thinking with her head. She needs to introduce Papa to Mayor Underwear….he’d get a big laugh out of it right along with her!!! J

  2. Carolyn Moore says:

    Do you suppose Mayor Underwear would consider running for President in 2012. She has
    my vote! She is creative, patient and knows how to influence her subjects to use ingenuity.
    Where are my pink panties??

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