Where have all the undies gone?
Actually should clarify here, this is and has been an on going case for quite some time.
My 6 yr old Saxon and joint troublemaker 4 yr old Zahra, have an aversion to undies.
I have to check many times a day, to see if they are still where they should be – under their clothes. And not where we typically find them, behind the toilet, in the bathroom, on bedroom floors, in the toy box.
Basically anywhere they think I’ll never, ever think to look.
I am to say the least, baffled; we have tried different styles, shape, fit. You name it, but those undies sneak off the kids little butts, and go hide.
Now I could understand if they were having the little kid ‘accidents’, a drop of pee or dare I say the occasional skid mark.
But no. All systems are go, so what is it? Do little boys have a genetic predisposition to an overwhelming urge to go commando? And if you’re to follow that same line of thinking do little girls as well?
Do they know something we don’t know? Just like kids are supposed to be half in the spirit world – do they intuitively know something about testicular and vaginal health?
What’s wrong with free balling it I hear you say?
Well nothing at all, unless you sit down in front of your mummy and you’re little wang jumps out to say hello. And don’t get me started on what a shock it is to catch little Zahra’s hoo ha grinning at me.
Not to mention that visitors in our home could be exposed to the same ‘conditions’, and I really don’t like the idea of other people seeing my kids bits. Let alone be confronted by the pile of undies in the loo.
Something most unsettling about seeing someone’s jocks on the toilet floor.
Doesn’t matter if they’re kiddies undies, makes one think of all manner of nasty accidents that have caused the wearer to ditch their jocks, and wonder if it’s hanging around, will I leave the toilet with the bubonic plague?
It has me stumped and oh so frustrated. The running out of undies, the finding of the secret stashes, the washing of the fifty pairs you’ve just found – that takes ages to peg each tiny little pair on the line.
The bare asses, the missing undies.
Why must the undies always be missing?