For My Dad

Ever since we found out we were having a boy, my dad has found pleasure in telling me that one day I'll have to check my son's pockets before I wash his clothes. And that I'll be surprised, maybe even grossed out, at what I would find in there.

Well, that time has come. Reagan loves putting stuff into his pockets. Mostly it is his toys, but I do think I have seen him put a rock in there once or twice. I'm sure I will find more interesting things as the years pass.

My dad never prepared me for what happened tonight, though.

I was getting Reagan ready for bed, and he came back into the room after using the potty. When I looked at him, I noticed that his boy parts looked different. Kind of dirty. A bit gritty. I asked him what happened, and he said:

"Me and Grant were putting dirt down our undies today!! Ha ha ha! HA HA HA!!!"

That must have been the most fun thing that they did today because he was cracking up!

I just don't know what the fascination was...do they need to plant tomatoes down there or something? Why dirt? Why down the front of their undies??

I prefer things to go in his pockets.