It all started when I tried to get Carson interested in wearing big boy underwear.
“Carson! You should wear these underwear! These are JUST LIKE Daddy’s underwear!!” My explanation dripped with enthusiasm. “When Daddy gets home you’ll have to ask him to show you his underwear.”
Now, every night within seconds of Tate walking in the door, Carson runs screaming to him, “Daddy!” he says breathlessly, “Do you have on the same underwear as me?!”
They both pull down their pants, LEAVING THEIR UNDERWEAR ON, and have their own little boxer brief fashion show.
(I wish I could post a picture of their daily “briefs,” but I’m pretty sure Tate would rather I not post pictures of him in his underwear on my blog.)