Pants, Anyone?

Travel plans and other obligations caused my dear husband to be at home this morning as I was leaving to take our daughter to her mother’s day out program. He’s not in the habit of wandering around in his whitey-tighties as a rule, but he happened to be on his way to the shower in his underwear and a t-shirt.

She: “Daddy! Let me see your body!”

He (alarmed): “What??”

She: “Mommy, Daddy’s made a poopy in his panties!”

He (defensively): “No, I didn’t!”

I went to investigate and quickly saw that her concerned little face was at eye-level with his…waist. My eyes traveled up to meet his and we realized at about the same instant what she meant…

I hustled her out of the house so fast, it was first time in four months that we made it to school on time.

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