Underpants Dance

Today was long and overwhelming and mind-boggling. I was in a complete mental fog by late afternoon. I prepped dinner and got in the oven, then decided to attempt to fold some laundry while it cooked for an hour. The boys had been playing nicely on their own, so I figured it was a reasonable time to try to get something done.

Not five minutes into it, I hear Aiden laughing so hard he can barely breathe. I head downstairs to see what's happening and there stands Nathan. Dancing. In his underwear. In the living room window. In full view of the nice, elderly neighbor who is trying to mow his lawn. And the poor guy is cracking up at the sight of Nathan, dancing away in his underpants in the window.

How embarrassing. But I had to appreciate that it was grandfather who witnessed it, as I'm sure his own children and grandchildren have done some pretty strange things too.