As I was getting #7 dressed this AM we had this conversation about playing at his cousin Kenneth's house.
#7: Mom yesterday when I was at Kenneth's house he let me borrow a pair of his underwear.
Boy Mom: Why did he let you borrow his underwear? My Boy Mom radar begins flashing.
#7: Eecause he's my bestest friend in the whole world! He spreads his arms wide to illustrate his point.
Boy Mom: No, I mean why did you need to borrow HIS underwear? Since I can't get him to wear his OWN underwear I was mighty curious.
#7: Eecause I didn't have any on. Surprise!
Boy Mom: Where were your underwear? I do make him put them on every morning just for fun.
#7: My underwear were home on the bathroom floor. Surprise! I'm just waiting for a call from the school saying he left them on the bathroom floor there.
Boy Mom: Did you have pants on? What? It's a legitimate question with this one.
#7: Yes! Accompanied by an exaggerated eye roll.
Boy Mom: Then why did you need to borrow Kenneth's underwear?
#7: Eecause #6 and me and Kenneth wanted to be NAKED Ma... Ohh, I mean UNDERWEAR MAN!!!
Boy Mom: WHAT???
#7: You don't get it Mom. No, despite years of boys and their super hero alter egos, No I don't get it!
Boy Mom: I won't let you play at Kenneth's house if you are going to play Naked Man or Underwear Man!
#7: OK ! We'll play it here! Major eye rolling!
Boy Mom: That's not what I mean...
I quit, obviously I'd lost control of the conversation. I thought parenting was supposed to be easier with the last one.