My husband and I have 3 children. We love them. Willingly provide for them. I keep their needs in want in mind and also keep open a good line of communication.
Our daughters never fail to tell me needs and wants. They also proceed to tell me ever so much more than I ever wanted to know. Our son is not quite so glib but he does seemingly communicate quite well. Or so I thought until this morning.
I made mention of going to the larger big town later in the day and did anyone need anything from big box store.
One daughter mentioned facial cleanser. Another daughter added to the list as well.
Our son approached me in the kitchen. He stated he needed boxers. He was down to 2 pair.
Now, I have to wonder where the others had disappeared too. I really try to make sure the kids all have appropriate amounts and types of undergarments. The girls love that fact.
Nothing delights them more than to go to any store and go through the lingerie department. Picking out bits of fluff here and there. Victoria's Secret provides at least one hour of entertainment.
Back to the boxers. I asked the boy where the underwear had gone. He honestly had no clue. Perhaps they joined the half pair socks.
You know the ones. The single sock that disappear in the washer or dryer after one wearing.
So the boxers have been bought. Nine pair. They passed inspection with flying colors.
I asked that next time he let me know before he gets down to the 2 pair.
The boy said "No problem. Christmas is only 2 months away. He always gets underwear in his stockings. That will do for the rest of the year."
I wish his sisters thought that way.
No comments:
Post a Comment