A snow day, or school cancellation for sub-zero temperatures, in our house equals a day a day of slothery. I'm not even sure if slothery is a word, or slothiness for that matter, but suffice to say it means we are super lazy.
Yesterday, Megan came downstairs fully dressed for school and upon hearing there was no school, she immediately sighed and asked, "Oh man... Can you get me some jammy pants to put on?" Of course, I obliged and the slothiness began.
Today, Jack spent most of the day in his underpants and pajama top until he decided mid-afternoon to change into his bathing suit.
Yes, it is -14 degrees and my son is wearing a bathing suit! Prior to the bathing suit change, Jack sat at the kitchen counter eating his lunch in his pajama top and underpants. I was in the other room working on my laptop and overheard Jay say to Jack, "Hey what are you doing over there? You need some help with something?"
I turned around to find Jack standing on his chair, with his hand down the back of his underpants. "No, I'm just scratching my butt." Jack replied with his hand still firmly wedged into his underpants.
"I like to do it. It feels good." he continued, "Mommy said she does it, too."
HOLD.THE.PHONE! Whaaa? What is he talking about? I thought to myself and looked at Jay with my best I-have-no-idea-what-he-is-talking-about look.
"What do you mean I do it, too?" I asked Jack.
Jack finally took his hand out of his pants, walked toward me and said, "Well, you told me once. You did. You told me you do it too." ***
My sweet, sweet boy is turning on me!
***Now, let me just say that I DO NOT recall a conversation with my son where we discussed butt scratching, or how relaxing butt scratching can be from time to time.