Sweet Boy#3–Walks out of the men’s bathroom at camp wearing a towel around his waist and a shirt.
The Hunky Hubby–“Where are your shorts?”
Sweet Boy#3–“You didn’t get me any?”
The Hunky Hubby–“Yes, I did.”
Sweet Boy#3–“They weren’t even mine.”
The Hunky Hubby–“I got them out of your laundry basket, just wear them.”
Sweet Boy#3–“They were way too big.”
The Hunky Hubby–“Wear what you have.”
Sweet Boy#3–Comes out of the bathroom and hands me the “shorts”. I look closer and realize that they are a huge pair of men’s boxer briefs, but made from a silky athletic short material. No one knows who they belong to, but they were enormous and would never have stayed on our small son. We have heard the “these aren’t mine, they’re way to big” argument so many times…but sometimes it actually turns out to be correct.
Princess Leia got stuck in the bathroom in the middle of the night and couldn’t get out. Perhaps she went in to curl up on the cool linoleum or try to sneak a drink of the far superior toilet water, since her own dog dish only contains normal tap water. Who knows. I got up at 5:00am and had a huge and furry girl launch herself upon me when I opened the door. Then she wanted to go and “thank” everyone in the family for freeing her by giving them enthusiastic slobbers. I shooed her away from the sleeping boys and let her slurp me instead. Love that doggy.
Sweet Boy#3–“Momma, I had a dream that you were killed by wolves. Did you hear me scream?” Sometimes having a good imagination is not an asset. Poor guy.