Alissa had her friend Nichole over this past week. They are the best of friends. They had their first playdate when they were a couple of months old. (Translation: we got together drinking with her parents one night, and by then we both had babies.) We love them like family.
Alissa and Nichole were playing. I was folding laundry. I was folding underwear, which happened to be Sean's.
Nichole: "My dad's underwear looks like that too."
Alissa: "My mom calls them tighty whities, or something like that."
Me (Thinking): Has she actually heard me say that?
Nichole: "My dad's underwear gets holes in the butt area."
Alissa: "Yeah, so does my dad's. We think he blasts them in there with his farts."
Nichole: "My dad too! We say the same thing."
Interlude: 5 minutes of hysterical laughter. I am trying not to laugh. Actually I'm trying not to join in the conversation.
Alissa: "Let's go upstairs." (She grabs the camera. Stupid me doesn't catch on to what she is up to)
I continue folding, only to hear tons of laughing and squealing. Next thing I know, Evan is at the top of the stairs...
Evan : "Mom!!!"
Evan: " Alissa is taking pictures of Dad's underwear with the camera"
Me: "Alissa, come on now..." (although secretly I think it is hilarious, b/c I'm immature.)
Evan: "Mom, Alissa just cut a hole in the back of Dad's underwear!"
Me: "Alissa, no way! You didn't do that, did you?"
Alissa: "Don't worry Mom."
Me: "What do you mean don't worry?"
Alissa: "It was just a tiny hole. It wasn't like Dad farted the hole in his underwear."
I think you can see where this went. I wasn't particularly happy, but, on the other hand, she had a point, right?
Maybe not. Hmm...
For what it is worth, Sean thought it was funny, although he did warn her not to do it again.