The Best Laid Plans

It's kind of a slow news day today, so I thought I would recount a story from about a year ago--one worth recording. It also gets us all in the mood for summer...




In July of last year, Zac and Seth took swimming lessons down at our pool every day (except Fridays). I had seen an advertisement for jeans on sale at K-Mart, and, seeing as how school was coming up pretty fast, I decided we needed to go stock up. My plan was to get everyone going early, with swimsuits on, buy the jeans, then drop the kids off at the pool. K-Mart is probably a little over a mile from the house, so my idea was a seamlessly beautiful work of planning. By 9, everyone was dressed, buckled up in the car, and we were off.



We had K-Mart to ourselves. It was fantastic. I loaded up a cart with jeans of every size and we went to the dressing room. I put one boy in each room (Blane didn't need to try anything on because I knew his size), and I stayed outside the dressing room so I could hand the kids their jeans. By that time, the clock was starting it's upwards swing towards 10, so I was stressing a bit.



"Come on, guys...let's hurry! Let's hurry!" Then I heard Seth's little voice from over the door.



"Mom, I don't have any unduh-wehr on."



This had been a recurring problem with Seth, and I was exasperated that he had chosen this day to forget his whitey-tighties.



"Seth! I keep telling you you have to wear your underwear EVERY DAY!!"



"But Mom," he said plaintively, "You told us to put on our swimsuit, so we couldn't wehr our unduh-weahr."



So I did. This was completely my fault. "Okay, Seth, you're right." I told them to stay right there and I went to the underwear rack. Of course, everything was more than I wanted to pay for dumb old underwear. I picked out some Superman undies for the guys, opened the package and everyone could try on their jeans. We bought our jeans (and underwear), left the store and got the kids to their lessons just on time.



Two months later, Zac grew out of those jeans.