I woke up this morning with a pair of undies in my face, clutched in the hands of my 2 year old son Miles.
Miles: Mommy, can you put your costume on?
Me: What costume sweetie? Those are my undies. Did you tear out the whole laundry basket?
Miles: No, your costume was on top. It’s Superman one.
Daddy: Miles is that Mommy’s Wonder Woman costume?
Miles: Yes, it’s Wunner Wummin. Will you wear it?
Me: Sure honey, as long as they are clean. But you know, Wonder Woman has stars on her undies, not stripes. No, I will not wear dirty underwear for my son and yes, he totally could have gotten them from the dirty hamper.
Miles: They are Wunner Wummin Mommy. I know. From the bakket. He still has trouble saying some words. I also have trouble spelling, but this time I know that is not how you spell basket.
I think Miles knows the difference between stars and stripes but hey – they are both patriotic and he was so sure that I should have my skivvies scream superhero so who am I to burst his bubble?
I brushed my teeth as he stood by with my undies in hand, waiting for me to put them on.
When I put on the navy striped Wonder Woman panties, he cheered. Loudly. And for a while.
I think this is the only time I have ever had a male actually cheer for my undies. And I rarely even get a whistle from the hubs for the cotton variety. Miles, however was ecstatic.
Miles: Mommy you are Wunner Wummin under your pants! You are Wunner Wummin! Yay!
Isn’t that the truth? I am Wunner Woman and so are you and I’m damn happy that someone noticed today!