Member Rara Avis
I've got a story to beat them all. I may have already told this one about my son, Mark, when he was 5 years old.With 4 little ones, the two older boys had to be self sufficient. They got their own bath, and I always said, if you're late for school and don't have time for a bath, at least change your underwear every day. Well, I had the bad habit of leaving duster spray and dust rags on the stairwell with the intention of taking them up next time I climbed the stairs.So one day Mark didn't have time for a bath, and being too lazy to go upstairs and get clean underwear, he put on an old dust rag. I was totally unaware until that night when I got him ready for his bath. I almost fainted at the sight. It was an old pair of underwear, slit up both sides to the waistband, elastic around the legs torn away and hanging below the knees. It looked like a poorly fashioned loin cloth, covering very little and drenched with "Old English" furniture polish, and black dirt. I strongly reprimanded him, but he didn't see any problem with it. I said, somebody could have somehow seen it, if you had been in an accident or something. He assured me that nobody saw it.........except the doctor.
I said WHAT DOCTOR!!! That was the day of his first school physical. I didn't show my face around the school for a long time.
When my husband came home that night, I was still in tears. He picked up the dust rag out of the garbage can and laughed his head off. Guess I don't have a very good sense of humor