A DWM Cautionary Tale
November 6, 2013 · Print This Article
There are a few universal truths:
A pot should never call the kettle black.
People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
And people with large, uncovered windows in their front and side doors shouldn’t cook dinner in their underwear (or naked, for that matter), or so I’ve tried to teach TGIM.
So just before dinner last night, when the doorbell rang, TGIM dropped the spatula he’d been wielding (manfully!) and sprinted for the stairs, yelling, “Whoa! What the…?! Someone get that! I’m in my underwear!”
Even though I was super busy laughing and yelling after him, “See?! See, TGIM?! This is why!” I could still hear Paige’s daughter Kate’s voice carrying through the house as soon as Alli opened the front door.
“Hi! Um, I’ve been standing at your side door for, like, ten minutes…”
It was dark AND I was in the next room, but I could still hear the blush in her voice.
“I didn’t know what to do…” she said, obviously holding back laughter. “I just need to pick up some rabbit food!”
(Okay. It’s not as if she hadn’t already seen him in his cycling outfit, but still.)
So, of course TGIM, once properly pantsed up (panted?), went out and got in everyone’s face, helping TD get Kate some rabbit food, all tra la la, I have pants on, it never happened, tra la la, this isn’t awkward, if I talk enough everyone will forget, la di da!
“That’s not enough. Here, have some more!” TGIM offered, shoveling more rabbit food into the bag Kate was holding.
“No, it’s okay—”
“No, no, have some more!”
“But, we only need—”
“No worries! It’s yours! We’re good here! Take it!”
After Kate drove away, fully stocked with pretty much all the rabbit food we owned, and we finally sat down to dinner, I turned to TGIM and said, “Well, I’m just glad she didn’t see you in Superman underwear or something.”
The kiddos burst into giggles when, with perfect composure, TGIM replied, “Yesterday, she would have.”