The lengthy (and ridiculous) saga of finding truck underpants for E. is finally over, as my sister cleverly located these ones and mailed them to me.
We opened the box up on Saturday morning. E. immediately whipped off his clothes to try them all on and then insisted on wearing one pair the rest of the day.
Saturday night Q. and I were out at a work party and Auntie C. was babysitting. She came in from running the bath to find E. naked in his room. He’d put all his clothes in his laundry basket…all except for the new undies. Those were lovingly placed on top of his dresser.
“Those new undies are still clean,” E. told her very seriously. “I think they’ll still be ok to wear again tomorrow.”
( I was NOT popular the next morning when I informed him we don’t wear undies two days in a row.)
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