Zen and the Art of Motherhood

OK.  I have a bone to pick with Hanes or Fruit-of-the-Loom or whomever else makes those cute little kid undies.  Why the heck do they put the best, the funnest, the coolest picture on the back? 

Our Little Stinker is none too happy about this.  For the last two weeks, he's gone around with his undies on backwards in protest.  And this just can't be comfortable!

There's no talking him out of it.  No way.  After all, how else can he see his good friends Bob or Thomas or Scooby?  Certainly not when they're camped out on his backside. So he's taken matters into his own hands. That's my boy.

Now, if a mom had designed these, I'm sure we wouldn't be in this situation.  She'd have thought this through, examined all the possibilities and designed accordingly.  Function would definitely have come before form. Instead, we have a drawerful of underwear now destined to be worn backwards. No wonder the little fellow's been so cranky these days.