Underoos

I have been blessed with hanging out with some wonderful people. Recently, I was invited to listen to a friend's singing group perform at Camp Millhouse in South Bend. The camp itself is a wonderful place for kids and adults with special needs. So, to be there to hear a group of adults sing to the campers was great. The campers were mostly kids, but there were staff, parents, and me. What a fun time. I was asked to record the concert...I hope I did a descent job, but mostly I hope they couldn't hear me singing along with some of the songs. If they can, it's their own fault for encouraging us to do so. Who in their right mind encourages me to sing?!

Before the performance, my friend's littlest one was running around and I yelled out to him "Hey, I hear you are wearing big boy pants now!?" Without missing a beat, the lil' guy looks up at me and pulls down his pants to show me his underoos.

Now, people say I am slightly outgoing. And I have had my moments, but this kid knocked the ball out of the park. So innocent, so damned adorable, so inappropriate. Gotta love it. I wanna be 3 again. I relayed the story to his Dad today. His only question was "Spidey or Transformers?"

I wonder if I'd get the same reaction if I pulled my pants down in public? Somehow, I think not.