One More Thing. . .

The week preceding Easter Lincoln was up 4+ times every night (yes, still) so I was running on fumes.  So much so that I made a very detailed list of all that I needed to bring.  Luckily, once we arrived at Nanny and Paw Paw’s I realized that I had only forgotten one thing.  Unluckily, the thing forgotten was MY (and Jay’s) suitcase.  Oh well, much better than forgetting something of the kids.  Anyway, so I went to target to grab some underwear etc. the next day.  Upon returning home (Paw Paw and Nanny’s house) I had this conversation at the dinner table. . .

Jackson: Mom did you get some underwear?
Me: Yes.
Jackson: What kind did you get?
Me: (feeling uncomfortable) Um, just underwear.
Jackson: Yeah but mom what kind of underwear?
Me: (increasingly uncomfortable, wondering how he even knows the difference?) Just regular Jack.  Are you excited about the swing set buddy?
Jackson: But mom, WHO did you chose to be on your underwear—super man?  Spiderman? WHO?
Me: (suddenly remembering what a BIG deal it is for my boys to shop for underwear and select their favorite characters to adorn their behinds.) Oh-I just got plain colors-no super heroes.
Jackson: Aw mom, you should have spent a few more dollars and gotten yourself something really nice.  At least one super hero!

Have I mentioned lately how much I love being a boymom!?