Monday, December 17, 2007

But These Ones Are My Favorite

Clothes are suddenly to short and tight on Lars again. Pants we had to cuff in September are up over his ankles and shirts that should skim his hip barely reach his waist. This unfortunate situation allowed me to glimpse an extra hole in his undies tonight as I sent him up for pajamas.

When instructed to toss that pair of undies rather than put them in the hamper, he reached down to identify the offending garment and immediately wailed, "But these ones are my FAVORITES!" How does a boy who sometimes forgets foundation garments even HAVE favorites?


Grandmoo said...

Perhaps because they're grey, they don't show the grime?

Chaotic Joy said...

Ah yes, there is nothing like a holey too small pair of Target brand underwear to make you feel all warm an fuzzy. :)