When I got to preschool yesterday one of the teachers said, “You’re going to find something special in K-Pants’s cubby today. I think you’re going to like it.”
“It was something we found on his coat.”
Baby Woww’s been taking my tampons out of the box and stashing them everywhere…
“Okay, I’ll tell you. It’s a pair of underwear.”
My undies. Awesome!
“It was put-on-your-coat time before going to the playground. K-Pants was putting on his coat and there was something stuck to the Velcro on the front. We watched it all unfold. He pulled it off and brought it over to us.”
Awesome again! Was it dirty?
That last question was too delicate to ask, so I popped over to K-Pants’s cubby and found a pair of recently washed, black, Victoria’s Secret underwear next to his snack bag.
I had recently done laundry. More importantly, this was a validation of my no-underwear-from-Target-or-Costco policy.
I mean, my kids are going to go through all of my things, stashing them in weird and unpredictable places (I just found my good eyeshadow in a boot), but at least the preschool teachers don’t think I wear granny panties.
And as we all know, with panties you really only get one chance to make a good impression. I consider this a win.