We're a pretty open family around here. I mean we don't walk around naked or anything, but I have been known to dash downstairs in a towel in search of something to wear. Annie is probably the most modest of us all. The boys (all 3 of them) have no problem running around in their underwear.
Maybe that's why underwear has been on my mind lately. Or maybe it's because I did 6 loads of laundry yesterday and folded plenty of underwear.
There were the Diego underpants that I'm sure Robbie has long since outgrown, but apparently has worn at least once recently. They were part of the bribe to go potty on the big boy potty so many years ago.
Whoever came up with those picture underpants was a genius. We've had Diego and Star Wars and Spiderman and dinosaurs, all in the tighty-white briefs cut. I just loved my kids' behinds in those little underwear when they were still part of the preschool set. Totally pinchable, I tell you.
Eventually, Charlie declared the briefs a little too brief and chose boxer briefs instead. They even make those in characters, though I think King Kong is the only one we have left. Oh, there may be a stray Spongebob in there somewhere. Now most of the smallish-boy underwear I fold is either solid colors or striped or army camouflage.
Regular old-fashioned boxer shorts are starting to make an appearance in the dresser drawers now, though I can't, for the life of me, understand why. It seems like all that flimsy cotton would just bunch up under your pants and feel really uncomfortable. Plus, I think if I were a boy, I might want my, um, parts, tucked in a little bit. Who knows? I'm not a boy so maybe I'm way off base.
Anyway, it seems to me that underwear is just one more way to mark the passage of time. I have a newborn diaper saved from when each of the kids was born, to remind me (and them) how tiny they were when they were born -- if you can call 10+, 9+ and 8+ pounds tiny. So maybe I should grab those Diego underpants and save them, too. And a pair of the Spongebob boxer briefs.
And when they go away to college or maybe when they have kids of their own, I can give my sons a box of their outgrown underwear and say, wistfully, "Remember when your butt was this small?"