Grab Your Speedo & We'll Go Jogging!

It's cold and cloudy today, hmmm, what should one wear to go jogging?  I know--a Speedo!  It sounds crazy, doesn't it?  We got up this morning and it was almost your typical Monday. We were a little more tired than usual due to the time change and I woke up not feeling 100%, which is always fun with little boys running around the house! I think I drank half the pot of coffee before Jacob even had his first cup--the coffee maker could not make my coffee fast enough! The boys slept until almost 8:30 this morning (which never happens) and Alex had speech therapy this morning.  Nothing too exciting--just your regular Monday for the most part. 

A little before noon I went into the kitchen to make lunch for Alex, Logan, and Caison.  As I was making their lunch I suddenly heard the front door open.  I stopped what I was doing and hurried to the front door--it was wide open and Alex and Logan were standing side by side on the porch.  The movement from across the street caught my attention and my eyes moved from Alex and Logan to the man jogging across the street. I looked, I froze, and I stared.  He was wearing a black Speedo and a red tank top.  He would have looked ridiculous even if it wasn't cold outside!  I was standing there watching him jog and thinking about how frightening it was--it was like some horrible accident and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.  My sincere disgust was interrupted when I heard Logan shout, "Hey! Why are you wearing girl underwear?"  The man simply kept jogging.  Logan took a couple of steps forward and shouted, "Hey, I'm talking to you!"  (This boy knows no strangers and will carry on conversations with people he has never met--his Poppy is the same way!) We stood there until the man was out of sight--then we stood there in silence for a few seconds longer.  Alex looked up at me and said, "Mom, why was that man wearing that?"  I said, "I don't know.  That is a good question."  Alex said, "He is a silly man."  He and Logan looked at each other and started laughing.  Logan shook his hips and said, "Look at me! I'm a girl and I wear girl underwear!"  Alex said, "No! It wasn't a girl it was a boy!" Logan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why he was wearing girl underwear then?" (love the 3-year-old grammar).  They both started laughing. 

By this point Caison had joined us on the porch.  He asked why Alex and Logan were laughing and Alex said, "a man was running and wearing girl underwear," and continued to laugh.  Caison started laughing and said, "girl underwear?"  It was funny just watching them stand there and laugh at this man who, for whatever reason, thought it would be a good idea to wear a tank top and Speedo to go jogging.  I wonder if he will jog home and cry because a 3-year-old yelled at him and made fun of him?  Logan wears underwear on his head from time to time.  He will also wear only underwear and boots--you have to look pretty ridiculous to be made fun of by a 3-year-old who wears underwear on his head!  When we sat down to eat lunch the boys were still talking and laughing about it. They got such a big kick out of it!

After lunch they went back to fighting bad guys, but every so often I will hear some one say something about girl underwear--followed by giggling.