Boxer Boy

We were at dinner last night and my 5 year old leaned over and put his head in my lap. We were in a booth and he was tired. I did what I always do. My hand goes down to his bottom and pats it, then up to his back where I rub his back. It’s a habit from when he was a baby. This time, as I’m rubbing his back he lifts his head and says, “Mom, I’m going commando.”

Heh. Nice. So what do I do? Stupid me. I ask… why. He replies, “Because my undies make my weenie feel squished.” Lovely. This is definitely something I DO NOT identify with.

So I said, “Well, we can fix that. We have some boxers you can try. You might like those better.” Today was his first day of wearing boxers and I do believe we have claimed a victory in the squishy weenie battle. I will be going to K-Mart to shop for new underwear for him tomorrow… and out will go the 30 pairs of Sponge Bob, Spiderman, Hulk, Race Car, Mickey, and Elmo underwear. Well, maybe not the Hulk underwear. Those are still his fave. And the Elmo underwear got relegated to the back of the drawer after THIS incident.