Eli the Fashion Critic

This morning, I was getting dressed and I put on my new jeans that I just bought on sale for $18.99 at Kohl’s. I was doing what all women do (come on admit it) – I was halfway wrenched around in front of the mirror attempting to see how my ass looked in my new jeans.

It doesn’t help me that jeans these day are “low rise” and just keep getting lower. Unfortunately, after giving birth to two kids, the waist band of my underwear just keeps getting higher. You know, things need to be hidden covered up. This invariably means that if I don’t combine the right underwear with the right jeans, it’s “I see London, I see France.”

Eli walked into my bedroom and asked quizzically, “Mama, what are you doing?”

Still wrenched around, I said, “I’m just trying to see how my jeans look.”

Then I bent over and said, “Can you do me a favor? Can you tell me if you can see my underwear?”

Eli looked and said, “Don’t worry, mama! I see them! You didn’t forget to put them on. They’re purple.”

After I stopped laughing, I said, “Thank you, sweetheart.” Eli seemed very confused as to why I was laughing, but also seemed pleased that he had made me so happy.