blog entry

Dora Goes Commando

that's right.

After realizing that too much time spent inside the four walls of our cave usually spurs an episode of crazy on my part, I decided to take the spawn to the local science museum for a day out. I have recently stepped up the encouragement as far as the kiddos dressing themselves, and have been thrilled with the outcome. The conversation that morning closely resembled this: Me: Hey guys! Let's get dressed. I actually put all of your clothes in the appropriate drawer/closet, so go pick out what you would like to wear. Freddy, don't forget your underwear, Dora, don't forget your panties. Everybody wear shoes. Freddy: ALL done, I mean finished (he corrects himself these days) MAHMO! I WIN! Nah nah nah nah na na!!!! Dora: I wasn't racing, Freddy-UH! Big deal! Mommy, I'm ready to go too! See, I even put my espadrilles on by my own selfish. (Thank you For Real Dora.) Me: Great job putting your dress on right side up!!! Did you get your panties? Dora: Sure did Mommy! Let's go! I am SOOOOOOO excitable! We proceed. On this particular day, I have planned to meet my best writer friend in the world, along with her beautiful daughter, Baby Reba. I have written about our encounters together before, complete with embarrassment over the behavior of my spawn in public, wine sloshing, and setting fingers on fire (hers). There was none of that this time, so I smiled. Good times! Closer to the end of our excursion, Dora informed me, none too quietly, that she needed to potty. Far be it from me to keep her from her sweet potty, so we start our trip to the loo, chit chatting along the way. Dora: Mommy? Me: Yes Dora? At this point I'm thinking she's going to tell me what a blessed time she has enjoyed with her mother, especially while looking at the Wobblies (wallaby in Dora speak), then beg me to never change my perfect ways. Not it. Dora: Remember when I told you this morning that I had on my panties? Me: (Gulping) Yes, sweetie, I remember. Dora: I was just teasing. That's right. Dora had been commando for hours, and I was none the wiser. I won't even go into the story that would reveal how I forgot about the panties 45 minutes later, took them to Chick-Fil-A for lunch, and watched Dora show her business to a 2 year-old when she fell off the first step of the indoor playground stinky slide and landed on her back. She was wearing a skirt. That's all I have to say about that. I took her home.