Well, all I could think was, "Freakin' adorable!!!"
Little guy thought it was absolutely hilarious. Big guy thought it was the stupidest thing ever.
Big guy: "You have to change."
Little guy: "No, I don't. I had this on first."
Big guy: "Yeah, but I had this outfit on before I took a shower."
Little guy: "No, you didn't."
Me: "Smile, I want to take a picture of you guys."
OK, the freaky thing is, they let me take it! Course I had to swear all kinds of things, like I'd not put it on my blog or facebook, but I have it! That's what matters, right?
So, little guy changed shorts and off we went. He was unusually quiet in the back seat (always a sign of trouble, for sure). I sneaked a quick glance back there, and guess what...that little dude was in his boxers, his changed-into shorts beside him, and his matchy-match shorts around his ankles, about to be pulled up. Sneaky little toot. I kept my mouth shut because, after all, I thought what he was doing was pretty awesome.
We arrived at our destination, got out of the car, made it almost to the entrance, when little dude's giggles could no longer be overlooked by big guy, and, yes, he saw the matching shorts. Commence temper tantrum (in seventeen-year-old style, of course), little guy ran back to the car to change, and we arrived just in time to help Dave with the breakdown.
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