This entry can go under "things a mother should have noticed, but didn't".
I got a little slave labour out of the boys yesterday. Although, they did get paid, so I guess it could be considered servant labour.
I dumped the four large garbage bags full of assorted cans, bottles and fruit flies (so that's where they were coming from) onto the lawn, told them to sort it all and I would let them keep the money from the returns.
Today we hit the recycling depot and each child made $19.85. (If I had of known it was that lucrative, maybe I would have done it myself).
Spendy McGee had exactly $19.85 to spend. Shorty McDeeppockets had $40.
We hit Walmart first in search of the, ever elusive in this town, StarWars Lego.
There was none to be found and the boys found themselves trapped in the Hell that I like to call "I just have to look for 2 more things".
An hour later, as we were making our way to the checkout, I remembered that Jacob had requested new underpants. I guess distressed is not in when it comes to undergarments in the under 10 set.
I commented to Lucas, "We may as well get you a few new pairs as well", to which he replied, "Nah, that's okay. I'm good."
I said, "No, I think you're down to a few pairs, we should grab some while we're thinking of it."
That is when my 7 year old son turned to me and said,
"No, mom, it's okay. I don't wear underwear."
I laughed, "Yes, you do."
He said, "No, I haven't worn them for a while."
"WHAT?! How long?"
"I dunno...months."
Apparently, I don't pay attention when I do the laundry.
Thankfully, my little commando is not yet too cool for themed skivvies and found a jaunty little set of Pirates of the Caribbean briefs that got him once again excited for underpants.
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