My 7 year old doesn't like to change his either. I had to tell him he would get a nasty rash if he didn't change them every day. (It could happen.) Oddly enough, he likes to change his socks every time he puts his shoes on, go figure.
Speaking of weird Disney shows, my kids love the stuff in the evening, like Suite Life and Raven, but what's up with Wiggles and Doodle Bops-I don't get those shows. I guess my kids always begged for Nick Jr.
The irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating-in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life. --Anne Morris
one more thing on leg hair--don't you just love capri pants now--if you are in a hurry you only have to shave to your knees!!!!!!!!!!!!
ROTF!!!!!!!!!
As for underwear, why does my 6 year old son not want to change his underwear? During the summer, they pick their own clothes and after doing laundry one day, i realized one son had about 8 pair in there and the other had NONE!! I asked him and he said they were comfortable!!! All of his drawers are the same size and brand, so it is not a "fit" issue.
I never shave my legs before surgery. I'm too scared I'll slice myself up in my nervous state!
I always stack by the clean underwear rule. Some things are just imprinted on the brain forever.
The irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating-in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life. --Anne Morris
I had my gallbladder out last summer. I used to work for a clinic and am slowly working towards nursing school, so I know my stuff when it comes to being prepared for surgery. Before they took me down that long, cold hall to the OR, they asked if I knew what I was there for-this is pretty standard. Needless to say, everyone was surprised when, in my drunken sounding drugged voice I said, cholecystectomy. The nurse was having such a good time, she asked me at least 5 more times in front of as many people as possible. One guy joked that he thought I was having brain surgery, I told him lobotomies weren't covered by precertification and everyone started cracking up. My husband said they kept asking me after my surgery and I told them I had my gallbladder removed with the largest gallstones the surgeon had ever seen. I must have thought this was much more important.
The irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating-in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life. --Anne Morris
