Miles has decided this week that he wants to go commando. The battle of the underpants is on its 4th consecutive day. I even tried bribing him with a 3-pack of "Star Wars" briefs, to no avail.
I'm not one to deny any man his pleasures, whatever they may be. Live and let live is my golden rule. If a fella wants to wander around with his genitals dangling free and easy, that's his business. So long as it stays his business, you won't catch me telling him he should do otherwise.
But we're only like 10 months past the completion of potty training here. I just can't get behind this thing.
Now hygienically, there's nothing wrong with it, I suppose. He wipes his butt and shakes his wee off, so it won't create any problems that way. It's more the long term implications that I'm having a problem with.
I let him ditch the underwear now and he's on the road to becoming Jim Morrison, or David Lee Roth. Some hypersexualized, boy toy rock singer with an unhealthy appetite for Jack Daniels and hotel room orgies.
OK. Full disclosure: despite sporting undergarments daily, I have an unhealthy appetite for Jack Daniels (and could probably develop one for hotel room orgies) so maybe I'm stretching the logic a little thin here. But I think you get my point.
4 year olds should wear underwear. Period. I mean, there's a thin line separating our orderly society from chaos, and we're definitely straddling it here. I let this go, and what's next? Assless chaps? Ankle-length scarves? Brooding poetry about bleeding indians and having sex with your mother?
Not on my watch, people.
9 comments:
DEAR GOD how I'm laughing right now......
Most of the time I think it's OK for Eva to walk around pantsless until I see her sit on the couch. And I start thinking about how I sit there, too....
I think you're right to nip this in the bud.
Really? The mental image of a 4-year old in assless chaps just sent me into a tailspin.
And then I started to wander off and think about how I've never seen ass chaps. You know, chaps that cover the ass.
I've seen a chapped ass. I am a mother after all.
Yeah, the whole no underpants thing is tough...you want to let him be a free, dangling hippie dude, until your couch is sporting smudgies, but what to do?
Any chance the assless chaps might help out in this situation?
PS - Thanks for the advice yesterday - my personal bad man is off the hook again, and all is well!
Wow, that is one I haven't had to deal with. The most recent underpants conversation I had with my 7 y/o is that he doesn't want to wear "underwear with cartoons anymore." He wants plain ones now.
And the David Lee Roth pic was only slightly disturbing to me ... I had a sort of (ahem) obsession with him back in the day.
(sigh)
C'mon man, there's a huge gap between David Lee Roth and Jim Morrison. I mean, I'll give you the crappy poetry but if my kid was going to replicate one of those two guys I'd rather it be the vaguely talented, albeit dead, one.
Hmmm, the dead thing's a problem though, isn't it...
I was only commenting on the sartorial similiarities. I'll grant you Jimmy Mo as 'vaguely' more talented. Still, that stuff has not aged well.
Ha! My kids think it's disgusting if their dad goes commando. Guess I'm lucky, never had to fight this battle! (Not that they see the commando thing, they just know. somehow. I'm really not sure how. maybe I should patch his jeans sooner.)
Anyway, thanks for the link thing. You don't have to, but I did appreciate that you liked it enough to link to it. As you probably noticed by a site we both read, some rather verbal types didn't. lol :)
Yeah, OK, fair point. I just listened to half of "Soft Parade" and it doesn't sound nearly as good as it did when I was 19. And stoned.
Post a Comment