Weather Predicting Underwear

We bought new underwear for Tomboy and Boywonder last week. Tomboy was thrilled with her ‘seven days of the week’ underwear. Unfortunately, they didn’t have ‘days of the week’ underwear for boys, so Boywonder had to settle for pirates.

The new underwear instantly added a new routine to our morning; Tomboy always asked what day was written on her underwear as she dressed. After checking her underwear (because that’s the only way I know what day it is) I confirmed it was Monday. Not content with ‘Ahoy there!’ plastered on the front of his underwear, Boywonder announced that he wanted underwear that told him the weather.

‘You want weather predicting underwear?’ I asked with eyebrows raised. I immediately imagined a huge satellite dish hanging off the side of his underwear and a digital panel at the front that displayed the temperature with a picture of the sun, clouds or rain. I laughed to myself when I further imagined the underwear giving him a taste of the weather; he’d soon change his mind if it were snowing!

We won’t be rushing to the patent office with weather predicting underwear, but I will keep an eye out for something that displays the sun, clouds or rain next time we’re in the underwear section when shopping…or is that the meteorology section?

Girls V. Boys

Being the only two males in our house, Mr T and Boywonder have to stick together. They suffer through histrionics if they leave the toilet seat up, both bathrooms looking like torture chambers with hair straighteners, leg wax and manicure kits littering the benches, and so many varieties of perfume in the air that they’d be forgiven for thinking they lived in a bordello. (Although many males would think a bordello a fine place to live.)

It’s not easy finding your place in such a large household, especially one full of females, so when Boywonder discovered that he and Mr T were the only ones in the house with willehs, he told Mr T, ‘We’re awesome! We have willehs!’

This didn’t bode well with Tomboy who was determined to be awesome as well. Her response to Boywonder’s announcement was, ‘I want a willeh too!’

I could’ve explained to Tomboy that this was an impossibility, but I thought it would be nicer (and funnier) to leave her with a little hope that she may one day have a willeh, so I said, ‘Don’t worry, dear. You have something that will get you lots of willehs when you’re older.’

Tomboy had no idea what I meant, but she was happy in the knowledge that the males in the house wouldn’t always be the only ones with a willeh, and for her, that’s awesome!