This past weekend, Jim, the younger boy and I took a quick trip to Tennessee to hang with the in-laws. As a group, we didn’t have any set plans to speak of. (My individual dance card, however, was full: I had plans to lunch with my favorite Dad-of-triplets on Friday as well as a visit with Kate, Bean, and Squeaks on Saturday.) Overall, it was going to be one of those great, lazy weekends during which we wouldn’t do much except hang out. Pretty exciting stuff, because having no firm plans is a once-in-a-blue-moon thing for us.
About eight hours into the ten-hour drive, the younger boy leaned forward from the back seat and asked, “Um, what are we doing tomorrow?”
I told him I wasn’t sure, but probably nothing, to which he responded, “Oh, good! Well…I was wondering…could we go to the store to pick up the underwear I forgot to pack? Some socks would be great, too.”
I sighed. “Sounds like a plan.”
Oh how that made me laugh. Thank you. 🙂
Thank younger boy too. 😉
What, he didn't want to go commando?
My kid woulda gone commando; just sayin'!
Something you just need NO MATTER WHAT! LOL! Too funny!
And you didn't tell me this? I actually laughed out loud. I have great hopes for someday not having to pack everyone, but … maybe that's just wishful thinking. Poor kid!
that is HILARIOUS. poor kid– that probably was embarrassing for him to have to tell you that 😉
probably because you had to remind him to pack all that stuff like 100 times, right?
Haha, classic! I forgot to pack socks for my tux on my wedding day, maybe it's just a guy thing?