I am lucky to have a husband who realizes that after singing the best of Journey for 5 hours straight each night to a cranky and ear infected Wee baby that I have nothing left to give to the "get on the bus right now" pandemionium which ensues each morning as Wees 1 and 2 prepare for school. This means that though I lay out what I want them to wear each night before - I don't get to see what they actually wore until they get off the bus in the afternoon. This is where all of you experienced Wee raisers should be chuckling and shaking your heads as you murmur "foolish woman."
Last Friday, I met Wees 1 and 2 at the bus stop as usual. I grabbed their backpacks from them, got out the snacks and did all that super cool June Cleaver stuff that makes our home the place they want to be after a hard day of singing "Kumbayah" and building paper mache replicas of famous people.
After snack time Wee 1 even volunteered to help me load the dishwasher. As she bent over to drop in a few spoons I noticed something very concerning at her waistline - the clearly discernible band of a pair of my underwear. Now, this was PG stuff, it was not like the child had gone digging where she should not have been in my dresser, but it was still definitely not her normal My Little Pony or Pretty Pretty Princess fare.
And so the following conversation ensued:
Mom: What are you wearing?
Mom: No, on your bottom what are you wearing?
Mom: Underneath the pants???
Mom: Whose underwear?
At this point Wee 1 begins to look at the floor a wee bit embarrassed. She begins to stutter and attempts to stall for an opportunity to make up something, like she was held captive by a striking 6 foot tall blond who held her down and forced her to wear my unmentionables. Oh, and this woman had on big wings and a foreign accent.
Mom: Victoria, you know very well those are not yours! Weren't they uncomfortably big on you?
Victoria: No - not really - I am getting very big you know these days. Besides they were in my laundry basket to put away.
Mom: If I had mistakenly put one of Reid's bibs in your basket would you have worn that or would you have returned it to his dresser?
Victoria: (incoherent mumbling noises)
Mom: Well, did anyone comment on your 6 sizes too big grown up bright red underwear at school?
Victoria: Oh, yes my friends and my teacher. She asked me why I was wearing them.
Mom: Great - what did you say?
Victoria: I said they had my name on them after all and I wanted to know what I was supposedly hiding from everyone.
Mom: Excuse me?
Victoria: They say "Victoria's Secret" right on the band mom!!
Mom: (Rolls eyes and walks out of room - to commence giggling where she will not hurt Wee 1's feelings and where she begins to write her 1 millionth note to school "Dear Ms. X....."
A wee bit unwearable,