My Dear Husband and I were just sitting down to a nice lunch when we heard Miss 4’s little voice ring out, “Mom! My underwear’s on backwards!”
We both looked up to see her dancing, pants down, bottom bare, on a kitchen chair.
(I have no idea how she suddenly made this discovery while eating goldfish crackers and pears.)
“Turn them around,” I answered pragmatically.
Then My Dear Husband said one of those crazy things a person never expects to actually have to explain to another human being,
“We don’t rearrange our backward underwear at the kitchen table!”
ha, ha, ha
If it wasn’t for strict laws against it, I would’ve definitely taken a photo of this whole incident! : )
