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Underwear Connection

The black clouds had already rolled in.  And the rain was smacking sideways on our windows.  At which time the rest of us put on sweatshirts, nabbed rain jackets, dug for gloves and headed to the van.

Our son also headed to the van–wearing his swim trunks, a gray tank top and somebody else’s flip flops.

So, we started over.

Beginning with the underwear.

Only our son dropped his shoulders and whined, “why do I hafta wear underwear?”

My husband handed over the tiny briefs and spoke little boy logic.  “Son, how are you going to put underwear on your head later, if you aren’t wearing any?

A second passed.

Then our son smiled from deep within.  “Yeah, dad!”  he said. “Okay.”

And my husband merely winked my way.


2 Responses to “Underwear Connection”

  1. Sarah says:

    The children of your home have an odd relationship with their underwear.

  2. Jackie M says:

    Does he get that “Underwear on the Head” thing from his father? Just asking. J.

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