Bootcut jeans
(I am obviously in a writerish mood today.)
C has been doing summer camp-type activities some weeks, so last Tuesday I left work in a scurry to fetch the girls from their site and then on to pick him up at the local University’s sports center. After having the site monitors call for him on the walkie-talkies I waited, as usual, for him to come pounding down the stairs and out to the car with me.
He walked right by, muttering. “What, hon?” I asked. Turning around he told me, with some vehemence, “You have to sort the laundry more carefully! Because when I got here today someone asked me if I was wearing Girl Pants and I checked and these are YOUR jeans and I told them ‘My mom has to sort the laundry more carefully!!!’ ”
I couldn’t help myself.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
He took my reaction very well and it was only a minute or so before I stopped grinning and snorting with laughter.
“Well, my son,” I said (minus the “my son” part because who actually talks like that? Not me!), “I’ll admit I noticed you had on bootcut jeans this morning but I thought maybe that was one of the pairs from Nene’s Junior. They are not bellbottoms or anything, just bootcut. I’ll, uh, try to be more careful in the future BWAHAHAHAHAHA.”
(I can’t stop giggling over this right now.)
What I learned from this:
(1) My boy has the type of personality that can turn around a potentially embarrassing situation into one that even he finds funny.
(2) He’s very forgiving.
(3) I have to sort the laundry more carefully.
and, most amazingly,
(4) HE AND I WEAR THE SAME SIZE!! Since I only have two pairs of jeans to my name, this is a remarkable development for my wardrobe. Yeehaw! Score!