It was Thursday pizza night here. Our backyard is almost finished, but we’ve been out there playing and eating kind of nonstop all week. The kids took advantage of the sprinkler going on the new sod (strategically placed near the bottom of the slide) to get soaking wet. They loved it! I love the laughs and squeals of delight, and then we just strip them down just inside the back door and run them up, cold and teeth-chattering, to the tub.
I walked in as Jared was helping Rowen get dressed, and he was teaching her, “I see London, I see France, I see Rowen’s underpants!” She thought this was the FUNNIEST thing she had ever heard, and I knew in my heart that we would live to regret this decision. She was awake for the next approximately two hours, and every five seconds (through pizza on the patio, through stories, songs, lights-out, and through her closed door we heard, “I see England (close, right?) I see France, I see DADDY’S UNDERPANTS! RAAHAHAHAA!” And there was an ongoing singsong undertone from Elliott (turning slow circles on the patio), “underpants, underpants, underpants, underpants…”
I was eating pizza and looked at Jared (you know, THAT look?), and he was like, “What? She’d have learned it eventually from other kids.”
The funny thing about this, is that he said that like HE was one of the other kids. True, that.