Huge undies and teeny tiny butts

undie folding

Ok, let’s start off by making a few things perfectly clear: In our current set-up, I do pretty much all the laundry, including folding and putting away for my wife and I. The kids get folded laundry on their beds and are responsible for disrupting the carefully folded garments and jamming them into their drawers. Sometimes I have all the clean clothes dumped on our bed mid-fold when I get distracted and leave things in a semi-finished state. Such was the case yesterday when the kids came into our bedroom and for some reason decided to start folding things. Ben hit my underwear and after two tries declared it impossible. He then proceeded to perfectly fold my wife’s underwear. I’ve always found women’s underwear damn near impossible to fold. Fronts look like backs, strings are tiny, they look the same upside down or right side up. It’s always been a puzzle so I typically fold things into a tragically unappealing ball and call it quits. My 10 year old son revealed the simplicity for me in 4 easy steps – see below:

undie fold

Ok, lesson learned. Watch out Marie Kondo, you’ve got some competition. Thongs though are still a mess of spaghetti…

Selling my daughter’s childhood

childhood memories

It didn’t seem the right time to have a discussion about a house being a structure that becomes the home where memories are made and held onto, so I just let it go and carried the burden of knowing I’d sold out her childhood to myself…

School dance epilogue

It’s a rite of passage. Your first school dance. Do you remember yours? I do. Boys packed tight onto one side of our gym, girls on the other with a huge empty chasm in-between. Our math/gym teacher was spinning the records up on stage. It ran from 4:30-7:00 pm. I wasn’t at my daughters first dance but I got the next best thing – the chauffeur gig picking up her and three friends post dance to drive them home. Their dance was from 7:00-9:30pm so it was a late night, a school night no less. The chatter on the way home? Pure gold.

after dance

“Fashionably” Late

fashionably late

So this conversation literally happened almost word for word a few moments ago. I couldn’t resist running to my sketch pad and recording it. Who’d a thunk a 12 year old girl would take fashion advice from her 10 year old brother? Who’d a thunk he’d be so on point? These are the moments that need to be remembered.