TMI

Among the many indignities of parenting is the fact that I rarely get to change clothes alone. I have been supervised at such times since February of 2000. This afternoon, I went upstairs after work to change into my workout clothes accompanied by the chatter and commentary of Sassafras boy who announced that my panties (pink stripes) were "silly."

"They aren't silly," I said, "they're cute."

"Cute?" he doubted this claim.

"Cute." I insisted.

"You might be cuddly, mama, but you aren't cute," the boy determined.

Glad we got this sorted out.