The boy needed underwear. The boy ALWAYS needs underwear. Why? Well, he’s a boy. So skid marks. Yeah. But that’s not even the icky part. I’m digging through the racks at the discount store trying to find the cheapest possible package when I happen upon some highly discounted Calvin Klein boxer briefs in black, all small and adorable as they are in my little guy’s size. Then, the horror washes over me as I realize that these are THE EXACT SAME UNDERWEAR THAT I JUST RIPPED OFF OF THE FRENCH BOY A FEW DAYS EARLIER. Someday, some predatory older woman may do the same thing to my little guy. I reach for the Thomas the Train undies and high-tail it out of there. I have the urge to call the French Boy’s mother and apologize.
June 13, 2011
Moment of “Ick”