In elementary school, I walked home for lunch every day. One afternoon, upon returning to the playground, I inadvertently walked past the basketball court where my fellow BOY third-graders were playing basketball. In their underroos. They gave me a shout out and I wanted to die.
Remember underroos? [start jingle]: "Underroos are fun to wear. You can wear them anywhere." They took that to mean, anywhere, even without pants. I don't remember where their pants were. I do remember feeling acutely embarrassed and scurrying past them as quickly as possible.
Now, with a boy o' my own, I am starting to understand that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Boys, it seems, just like their underwear. The more, the merrier. Lately, Talmage has been real keen about wearing multiple underwears at a time.
Case in point:
Setting: Today, mid-morning. In bedroom, folding laundry. Enter, Talmage.
Talmage: Mommy, I did it!
Me: [aware he had been busy putting on underwear in his room]. That's great! How many underwears do you have on?
Talmage: [without skipping a beat] Three!
Me: Let's count them.
[bending over his backside, filing through each level of underwear elastic band]
One, two, three, ... four, five! You've got five underwears on!
Talmage: Yeah!
He was so happy about wearing five pairs of underwear that I tossed him two more from the laundry pile. He put those on, too. I mean, seven. One benefit to multiple layers is the insulation factor. Briton came home for a run at lunchtime and took him out in the jogging stroller. His buns were toasty warm the whole time.
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Seven pairs of insulation...that oughta do! The tale of the underoos brought back a few memories. Check out the Shady Creek Lane Blog...
I soo remember underoos. I dreamed of owning a pair. I remember as a kid waiting outside for my ride to swim lessons and belting out the underoos song for the whole world to hear. Oh how carefree childhood is, I bet if I had owned a pair I just might have worn them outside as well, or maybe not :)
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