This story requires a bit of setting up.
1) My boys find it incredibly difficult, I'd daresay impossible, to actually put their dirty laundry into the laundry bag in their bathroom. They remove their clothing in the bathroom and promptly drop it to the ground. Apparently they'd rather have a nice and cushion-y (albeit often damp... they are boys with imperfect aim, after all) surface to walk upon when doing their business in the john. It doesn't matter that the bag is
right there. They will not be bothered.
2) I do their laundry when they bring me their full laundry bag.
3) The laundry bag seldom fills because of the dirty laundry rug mentioned in point #1.
4) They rarely bring me the laundry bag because of point #3.
5) My boys often find themselves sniffing clothes and checking for stains* and wearing already-worn-not-yet-washed clothing because of their imperfect-for-mom-but-acceptable-to-them routine above. (* Unless you're Brady. If you're Brady you can't be bothered to sniff and CERTAINLY not check for stains. You simply don't care. You wear the first thing you find.)
Understanding the points above will help you understand how we found ourselves dressing Toby in...ahem...
JEANS last night.
Jeans? you wonder. What's the big deal about jeans?
Toby hasn't worn jeans in months. None of the jeans he had in California even fit him any more. The only reason we had a pair was that a friend gave us a bag of her boys' outgrown clothing and there happened to be a pair in the bag. (When winter temps dip to a "chilly" 69 here, we contentedly sigh and enjoy the refreshing closest-thing-to-spring weather, but the locals are bundling up for the cold spell.) So when Toby refused to stop what he was doing last night to run to the bathroom and take care of business, we ended up with a pair of soggy shorts... and no clean ones to take their place. Hence, the jeans.
On went the jeans and out came this classic Toby comment full of confusion and even a wee bit of contempt:
"But they go all the way to my feet!?!"
Yes, sweetheart, they do. They're called pants. And someday in the future you may be required to wear them on a daily basis. But if you'll just
put your dang dirty shorts in the laundry bag, I promise I'll never torture you with the dreaded pants here again.
Comments (6)
Poor Toby! I shutter to think, wearing jeans in Hawaii, it's outrageous! Such a great post Angie, your blog never fails to give me a good laugh.
LOL!
Love it :)
They go all the way to the floor! That is hilarious. I love that kid. WE have a laundry floor too. Wish it would wash itself.
LOL!!! I won't wash my kids' clothes unless they put them in their hampers and bring it to me when it's full either - and sometimes it takes a while! LOL about going all the way to his feet.
Too funny! Can't wait til you come visit here during the winter and your boys actually have to wear pants! I love it.
"But they go all the way to my feet." ha ha
Love it.