Yesterday Timmy had some medical tests that I have been dreading. I hate seeing him uncomfortable and hurting. While I know that diagnostics is a necessary evil, it hurts my heart to see him so vulnerable.
Before his procedure the nurse handed him a gown and asked him to change. He immediately started to strip (this boy has no shame) and maintained a cheerful conversation throughout. I managed to pull him behind the curtain as he stepped out of his pants and underwear. I'm glad that we were quasi-private because I was shocked by the sight before me.
Despite taking off his pants and underpants, he was not yet naked. He was wearing my underpants. My bright pink striped granny panty sized underpants. Shocked, I said louder than I anticipated, "Timmy, why are you wearing my underpants?"
Without missing a beat, he said, "Momom, I was worried that I might pee during the test and I wanted to be prepared. You can pee in your underpants so I wore them for an emergency. Big brain."
I heard the nurse laughing through the partition. When we finally drew back the curtain my face was as red as his little slipper socks. I was going to try to continue as if nothing happened, but Timmy had other ideas.
Looking at the nurse he said, "I wore my Momom's underpants because they hold a lot of pee. She bought them special so she can pee in them."
The nurse just nodded and tried to maintain her giggles. In another 30 years she will understand, but her youthful bladder has no idea about its uncertain future.
Thanks Timmy.
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