so yesterday we take both boys to our rocking pediatrician. she really is a cool lady-- a hockey mom who seems to be going a million places at once. she's one of those catalog people. you know. she always has on cool clothes and her hair is never messy and her nails are perfect. how does she have her own busy pediatric practice, three kids, a bunch of pets, a big house to take care of and still find time to look cute? i'm thinking this as i look down at my chipped toenail polish, of course.

anyway. the nurse has the kids strip down to their undies to put on the robes. that's when i notice that big j has somehow squeezed himself into a pair of little j's undies and little j is flopping around in a pair of big j's undies--and they are inside out. the boys don't care but I don't want to be embarrassed in front of a doctor whose kids look like they come straight out of the Gap. i'm trying to decide if it's ok to have them exchange underwear (is that too gross?) before she comes in, when she comes in.


i'm still worrying about how i'm going to explain little j's very large underwear when she asks him to drop them down a little so she can look at his parts. suddenly, my worries about his big underwear are totally overshadowed. the kid has a long piece of toilet paper hanging out of his butt crack. he's got his butt to her and i want to reach out and grab it before she notices. all i can do is stare at the toilet paper and kind of giggle on the inside. because you know what's funny? that toilet paper made me forget all about the underwear being too big.