First of all, I am a blogger in the truest sense of the word….I have a mound the size of six large loads of laundry sitting beside me (seriosly, it’s taller than I am), I’m wearing a child and prompting the other he has 15 minutes left of quiet time.  Did I mention the 10 pounds of peaches waiting for me to can in the fridge?  How about the beans I’d like to pickle?  And what am I doing?  Well, blogging of course!!  But, I digress.  The point is not truly the chores I’m sloughing in order to write a necessary post…the point is the discovery whilst trying to catch up on the housework.

I have to backtrack.  Earlier this year, I sent my husband to purchase shorts for our son since apparently he had none that still fit from the previous year.  For the most part, he came home with tremendous choices and I was impressed.  All except for the one white pair of shorts.  I thought to myself “ooooo, I don’t know” and promptly put them on the bottom of his drawer for some special use such as a nice dinner out.  And there they stayed until this past week -summer is almost over and those shorts still had their tags on.  I consider myself a brave woman, but I do not have a death wish.

My husband’s birthday was this week, and in honour we were going out to dinner.  I thought this the perfect time to dust off those white shorts and get J all dressed up.  Yeah, well today I had to pay the piper so to speak and wash said shorts.

The front of the shorts was white with red polka dots from the salsa (it was a Mexican restaurant, and clearly J thinks salsa makes for an excellent beverage and chips are clearly a wonderful cup for drinking it off of).  The rear end was a lovely shade of blue where J decided to see what would happen if he sat on his chalk drawing (this is dollar-store sidewalk chalk, I don’t hold out hope).

This is the same boy who today thought it wise to sit (fully clothed) in a mud puddle…after I finished washing all the laundry.