Yeah. Totally my son. We had a playdate with Julie P. and her two little P's (who are just as fabulous as you would imagine) and BubTar decided it it was time to try his hand at comedic stripping. The child will do anything for a cheap laugh, I'm afraid. This does not bode well for the teen years. And I do hope this is the last time I find him with his pants inappropriately around his ankles. Boy, do I. Please? God? Can we make a deal on this one? Anyway, I digress. I experienced a new cool feeling on Friday; going on a first playdate with one of your amazing bloggy friends and having to follow it up with an apology email in case your son traumatized her daughter with his boxer briefs. Yes. Cool feeling, indeed. I guess he figured it was a bloggy meeting, he better give us a bloggable moment at the very least. It was his civic duty.
Later when we talked, he told me he had actually done it twice and I had only caught him once. *sigh* At least he is an honest little flasher. I appreciate that. I really do. If we can preserve that particular quality, it will make the teen years easier. Pants-dropping notwithstanding.
He's grounded from Spongebob indefinitely. We assume he picked up that little humorous bit from our friend who lives in a pineapple under the sea. We'll let him watch it again once his self-control catches up to his sense of humor...so like I told Julie, around 35, maybe?