Going Commando

Thanks to all for the title suggestions. I’ll see what combination I can come up with.

Yesterday morning I was cleaning my son’s bathroom, putting away pajamas and so on, when I found a pair of underwear stashed behind the toilet. I’m thinking, ah well, he must have forgotten to put those in the dirty clothes last night.

Wait. He’s three. I am the one who put away all clothes last night. That’s the pair of underwear I laid out for him to wear this morning. So if he’s not wearing those, then what is he wearing?? :confused2: I try to rationalize. Maybe he didn’t want to wear the tighty-whities. Maybe he really wanted Spiderman underwear. But the maternal instinct lurking tells me that my first suspicion is the right one.

That’s right. My firstborn is going Commando. :banana: Not wearing underpants. Free-balling it, as my husband calls it. :confused:

So then I think–My God! What will the daycare workers think? I will definitely win Bad Mother of the Year! I get on the phone to dial his teacher and ask if he’s wearing underwear. She promises to check and remarks, “He wasn’t wearing underwear on Friday either. We were wondering about that.”

::thunk:: (Michelle passes out in horror) No one told me this!! And worse, there’s a pattern here? He’s done this before??

That’s it. No more unsupervised dressing. Underwear inspection Every Morning, by God. :angry:

P.S.–10 pages yesterday on the new wip! :thumbsup: