Why I Love My Kid

Why I Love My Kid:

A Conversation after Bathtime

I wrapped the fluffy, yellow towel around Lilly's little body as I helped her out of the tub.  Soapy bubbles pooled at her feet and settled between her toes.  She shimmied and shook and jumped in place, like a corn kernel ready to pop.

"Mom!  Mom!  I'm freezing," she said.

"Your clothes are in the dryer," I replied.  "I have to go and get them.  In the meantime, go put your socks and undies on."

My brown-eyed babe just stared at me; partly perplexed, and almost frozen in her nakedness.

"Um...what?," she asked.

"Please go put your undies on," I said, again.

Lilly sighed, shuffled her feet, and looked to the tiled floor.  She didn't say anything, and my "overtly-prone-to-worry-and-jump-to-conclussions," irrational heart wondered if she was having some kind of "episode."  I waited for her to say something.

"Mom," she whispered, "what are undies?"

"OH!  Lilly!  'Undies' is another word for underwear!  Undies, underwear, panties...they're all the same."

"Oh, okay," Lilly said, nodding, looking relieved.  As she walked into her bedroom, she said, "I was wondering what you were saying.  That's cool you know Spanish.  So...is undies Spanish for panties?"