Today I took my kids to a pumpkin party. It was great! Good food, new friends, no major snot producing meltdowns!! AND we have decorated pumpkins (even a carved one thanks to donutbuzz). Overall, five star good time.

Then we came home to get ready for Adam (I give up, I will call him Adam)'s first homecoming at his new school. Now, the boy claims to have two dates. I dunno. But he has all sorts of pre-dance activities planned (without parental consent). I say, no, you can go out to eat, I will take you, pick you up, deliver you to the school, and pick you back up at exactly 11pm. Not 11:01.

The plan evolves and we determine I will also be taking his friend and her date. No problem. I would rather do that than wonder about who he is with. But during his frenzy to get ready, I notice something. Something disturbing. Let's backtrack:

Yesterday, Adam's "band" gathered after school at our house. When they went up the stairs, I told Adam to pull up his pants because his red plaid boxers were VERY clear!!
Fast forward, two baths later, in the kitchen he stretches. His shirt rides up and what do I see peeking out of his sweatpants? NO, NOT THAT(sicko)..... the red plaid boxers!!!

I screeched "Are those the SAME underpants?" His guilty look revealed all. I chased him to his room with a bottle of bleach and a scrub brush. He's clean now. VERY clean.

Well, he's been carted off now. I hope he has a really good time. And I hope he changes his britches, on his own, before the next phase of the moon. I hope, anyway.

Heather