My husband gave Sam a pair of white underwear to wear after his bath last night and he was not very happy. He thinks that if they don’t have transformers or super heroes that they are diapers. Scot talked him into wearing them anyway. This morning, he came downstairs in a t-shirt and no underwear:
Me: Sam, what happened to your underwear?
Sam: I threw them in the toilet.
Me: Are they still there?
Sam: No. I flushed them.
Scot: I might be purchasing a toilet snake in the near future.
Scot: You know I got in trouble for doing this same thing when I was a kid? My dad was NOT HAPPY.
Me: Oh! So now I can blame you for it. Your genes did it.