Karen and I were watching Mia and Owen, our Grand Kids, on Saturday while their Mom did a Photo Shoot. Owen was playing at his usual speed, full bore, when he had an "accident." He was concentrating on playing and forgot about the bathroom. I told him it was no big deal. He went into the bathroom and took off his shorts and undies. I looked in the drawer where we ususally keep some extra kid clothes, but there weren't any.
Not wanting him to have to walk around with no pants on, I quickly went into action. I got some of my hugest, size XL, baggy shorts and told him this would work. He said, "Papa, these are awfully large. They're huge." I said I would make them work, just fine.
The whole time I was putting them on him, he kept saying they were too big. I finally got his little legs in my huge shorts and figured out that I could take the waistband ties, put them over his shoulders, and tie them in the back to a belt loop. They worked perfectly.
He walked around a little bit, kind of like a kitten with a rubber band on it's tail...awkward and on his tiptoes, and said, "Papa, I don't want my Mom to see me dressed like this."
I told him all would be fine. He got back into his playing mode and forgot all about his big pants. The photo above shows him wearning some "safety" goggles and his big pants, dressed for some serious rock breaking.
What a funny boy.
