I See London, I See France

I saw this floating around social medial the last couple weeks. It is 100% the absolute truth. I can think of a million relative stories.

For instance, my Brown Eyed Girl has a few pairs of My Little Pony underwear that were her very first pairs of undies during potty training. They are a size 2T. She currently is a 5T. However, she loves her pony underwear and refuses to let me remove them from her drawer. If so needed, she has no problem demonstrating the fact that she can still squeeze into them. I often worry about the loss of circulation to her legs, but she insists they are very comfy and still fit perfectly.

Well unfortunately for this pair, they finally became exhausted and she had a large hole in the back where the waste line began separating from the elastic.  

Finally! We can throw these ones away.

Correction.

Once I mentioned throwing them away, she refused to surrender the undies, tears welled in her chocolate brown eyes, lower lip quivering...

I was asked to sew her underwear.

Oh my...

Agreeing to look them over more carefully, I convinced her to hand them over and exchange them for a pair of new Little Mermaid undies.

Once distracted, I shuffled over to the trash can, undies cupped secretively in my left hand, and I began lifting a layer of garbage in the trash in order to bury the ponies once and for all. I'll admit it, adrenalin spiked a little. As soon as the deal was done, I vacated the trash can vicinity like lightning.

Before I could recover from the underwear heist, I had to smuggle out the last of the birthday balloons. All I know is today I am thankful for the opportunity to work from home around appointments while the kids are at daycare.

No witnesses!

 

Let the trash hauling begin!