We went to NYC for the weekend, just MM and me. I packed toys and coloring books and crayons and magic markers and shirts and socks and pants and toiletries and presents for people we were visiting and
forgot to pack any underwear for my son. I packed them for me, but not for him.
Consequently, he now has Lightning McQueen on his butt.
True fact: if you want to buy underwear for a 4-year-old boy in Park Slope, Brooklyn, you are SOL. We had to head over to Burlington Coat Factiory in Chelsea.
Through My Glasses, Dorkily
6 years ago