Magic Underwear

First off, getting Noah to wear underwear was an amazing feat this year.  In fact, whenever he *was* wearing undies, he would show his mother.  We're such proud parents...

Anyway, we recently traded the Mustang for a Jeep.  Noah LOVES the Jeep.  All the kids do.  I believe that is because there are no rotting apples, wet clothes, melted candies, etc, like in the minivan, but I digress.  Last Sunday, I told the kids "if we don't have to spend all afternoon cleaning up breakfast, peanut butter on the ceiling, rotting socks, festering yogurt.....then we can take the top off the Jeep and maybe the doors too!".  Noah was a cleaning machine.  The other kids were simply mesmerized by the TV.  Later in the day after dinner, I declared that no one had cleaned anything and that we were not going for a ride.  Noah was beside himself.  I did not (up to this point) catch that he was a cleaning machine.  So I said, "while you clean up, Noah and I are going for a ride".

As we walk to the Jeep, I said, "you know...it's going to be cold with the top off...and when we get the doors off someday...you might...POSSIBLY have to start wearing pants"(he is in his jammies at this point...which is just a long shirt).  He said "I knew you'd say that...so I wore underwear".  Suddenly underwear has solved all the problems involved with cold.  I replied "So....underwear makes you warmer, huh?"
"yep................they're white too...."