Before we left for vacation I purposefully took out 5 sets of clothes (clean ones mind you) for each of the boys complete with underwear and matching socks. I made sure everyone had what they needed and MORE so imagine my surprise when we arrived at our destination 18+ hours away and found this:
Apparently, Andrew had unpacked and repacked his suitcase somewhere between chaos and Iowa. Only 2.5 outfits, 2 pairs of underwear, 1 pair of socks, 2 long sleeved shirts, and swimming trunks remained. He did however add a few things, like:
Please don’t stare at it too long because I don’t think my heart could take it. Yes, my child ran around with 3 day old clothes on til we could wash them at grandmas house. Then, when I told him he would have to wear his dirty clothes till we got home because he had done this, his reply was, “But, mom! I needed this dinosaur; and this Ben 10; and some money ($0.48); and my cars; and these Legos.
Well, I find it highly unlikely that we could fashion a comfortable pair of tightie whiteys out of those Legos. The modeling clay, however, might work but it would be a difficult thing to pull off in case of emergencies, if you know what I mean. I suppose we could pretend that the dinosaurs were fire breathing dragons who could produce heat to keep Andrew warm on those cool Iowa nights and we could use that almost half a dollar to buy him a sock and his little feet could share it. Or we could just make him drive his happy little naked self home in his hot wheels to retrieve his clothes.
Oh well. What can you do? Besides, like Andrew said in his defense… “At least the force was with us!”
Yes, Andrew. The force was with us. It’s just too bad your clothes weren’t.