It seems that one of the favorite gifts my dear nephew's received this year was underwear. The ones under 5. Well, the other ones may have gotten underwear too, and I would have loved to have seen them for the holidays (too bad they live in bum fuck New Mexico) but preferably with pants on.
It started on Christmas Day when Three got to grandma's, removed his coat and then his pants. (Side note - the fact that he is three isn't why I call him that. His name is Something Something Something The Third. Poor kid. That and it pisses my sister off.) Why did he do this you may be asking? Because he wanted everyone to see his Incredible Hulk boxers. My sister (aka Tattle Tale Bitch) lets her kids run around like banshee's while at grandma's so I was surprised that she bothered to spend the whole day making Three put his pants back on.
Fast forward to New Year's Eve. We get to my BIL's house and Mini-J is running around in Cars boxers that he got for Christmas. My SIL said she tried to get pants on him but he had a tantrum 'no, mommy, ka-chow ka-chow' so she gave up. It wasn't such a bad idea on his part. I can remember back in my BIL's divorced days when he barely kept his house warm enough for the pipes not to burst. He was too busy spending his money in bars picking up cheap sluts. (Not my SIL, she isn't cheap at all.) Now it's so hot in there if you wear anything heavier than a t-shirt and do anything more strenuous than sit on the couch and blink you will break out in a sweat. But I digress.
Why did this fascinate me? Because I was jealous. Back when I was a pre-teen Underoos came out. And I really wanted me some Wonder Woman Underoos. I begged, wheedled and whined to no avail. My mom, being a cold-hearted bitch, refused to buy me any. Never mind the fact that my dad had been out of work for a while and we may have been on food stamps at the time.
Wouldn't you know it, TTB, born the same year Underoos were, received several pairs. I was too old for the roos by then but it still pissed me off. Even though our finances were improved by then she should not have gotten any. If my brother and I had to grow up being the only kids we knew without super heroes on our skivvies she should have had to deal with the same hardship. I'm just sayin.
It started on Christmas Day when Three got to grandma's, removed his coat and then his pants. (Side note - the fact that he is three isn't why I call him that. His name is Something Something Something The Third. Poor kid. That and it pisses my sister off.) Why did he do this you may be asking? Because he wanted everyone to see his Incredible Hulk boxers. My sister (aka Tattle Tale Bitch) lets her kids run around like banshee's while at grandma's so I was surprised that she bothered to spend the whole day making Three put his pants back on.
Fast forward to New Year's Eve. We get to my BIL's house and Mini-J is running around in Cars boxers that he got for Christmas. My SIL said she tried to get pants on him but he had a tantrum 'no, mommy, ka-chow ka-chow' so she gave up. It wasn't such a bad idea on his part. I can remember back in my BIL's divorced days when he barely kept his house warm enough for the pipes not to burst. He was too busy spending his money in bars picking up cheap sluts. (Not my SIL, she isn't cheap at all.) Now it's so hot in there if you wear anything heavier than a t-shirt and do anything more strenuous than sit on the couch and blink you will break out in a sweat. But I digress.
Why did this fascinate me? Because I was jealous. Back when I was a pre-teen Underoos came out. And I really wanted me some Wonder Woman Underoos. I begged, wheedled and whined to no avail. My mom, being a cold-hearted bitch, refused to buy me any. Never mind the fact that my dad had been out of work for a while and we may have been on food stamps at the time.
Wouldn't you know it, TTB, born the same year Underoos were, received several pairs. I was too old for the roos by then but it still pissed me off. Even though our finances were improved by then she should not have gotten any. If my brother and I had to grow up being the only kids we knew without super heroes on our skivvies she should have had to deal with the same hardship. I'm just sayin.
