Breifs

There's something about little men running around in their underwear. My mother's day breakfast-in-bed was served to me by two scrumptious fellas in their underwear. Bedtime always produces a parade of naked-but-for-the-undies studs. Every evening Jared showers in grandma and grandpa's bathroom. Every evening he struts out in his fruit of the loom. Every evening I quietly tell him, "Don't run around the house in your underwear. People live here." Last week he came out of the bedroom wearing two pair of briefs around his ankles, one around his knees, a few pulled up over his bicep, one on his head, and one where you would expect to see undies worn. He sprinted through the kitchen announcing, "Look mom, I'm running around in my underwear!" Maybe you just had to be there, but it was the hardest laugh I've had in a while. And while I have no photo of our little comedian to show you, I do have a Captain Underpants shot that's sure to earn a grin.**Swoon**