So, I thought I would share a beautiful story with you. I hope it touches you like it did me...
Last week, I was getting ready for work, putting on my jewelry. Now my jewelry box is about a foot tall with a flip top, pull out drawers and a little cabinet on each side where my necklaces hang. Anyway, I opened the side door of my jewelry box and there was a pair of underwear in there. Superhero underwear. Since they were superhero underwear, I was pretty sure this was not some strange flirtation from my husband. "Well," I thought, "That's a little weird." However, since there is a clothes basket near my dresser, I just figured that Christian had thrown his underwear at his basket, missed, and they had inadvertently gotten closed up in the drawer. So, I threw them in the basket and went on.
I don't wear too many necklaces these days due to the little one, so I did not open the drawer again until this week. Once again, underwear. This time, Star Wars underwear. And I suddenly knew: the underwear were no accident...
Later that afternoon, I asked my son, "Son, is there any reason why I keep finding your underwear in my jewelry box?" The response? Hysterical, side-splitting, couldn't talk laughter. Finally, Christian said, "I thought it would be funny." Well, he was right. It was funny. I can't help it, I've laughed repeatedly myself. It is funny in a seven year old kind of way. Later he said, "I'm not sneaky. I'm just good at practical jokes." I'm pretty sure he gets that from his father...
