Addie: curly headed six year old.
Thomas: “almost” uncle to aforementioned curly headed six year old, lives in Utah with my sister.
Me: the mom.
*cleaning out Addie’s suitcase from her trip to Utah, I find green pair of Fruit of the Looms.*
“Ew, my dad’s underwear ended up in her suitcase. Do I mail it back? Throw it away? What is protocol for ending up with your dad’s underwear?”
*continue unpacking. find two more pairs. notice that they are kind of…small.*
“ADDIE? Why are there boy’s underpants in your suitcase?”
“Addie? Why do you have Thomas’ underpants in your suitcase?”
“They’re too small for him! So I sleep in them!”
“He bought the wrong ones so he gave them to me!”
“Soooo…they’ve never been worn?”
“Nope. Except my me.”
*texting my sister*
“So the ‘Why do you have Thomas’ underwear in your suitcase?’ conversation was a fun one.”