Never relax too much

So we went out to dinner last night with friends at a very nice restaurant (read not a "family" restaurant). The kids both had camp earlier in the day (Kamryn - golf camp; Sam - science camp) so I had them take showers and put on some nicer clothes. I gave Kamryn three dresses to choose from. She picked a very cute red sun-dress:



I let her get dressed. It's about 4:30.

Sam was more than adorable. I dressed him in a little t-shirt and let him wear a dress shirt (opened) over it. He looks at me earnestly and says "I look handsome." Very cute. I agreed with him.

So family looking respectable we pull into the parking lot of the she-she restaurant around 630ish (so a full two hours after Kamryn got dressed) and all of a sudden Kamryn squeals from the back seat.

Me: Kamryn, WHAT is the matter?
Kamryn: I forgot to put on underwear.

Lordy. We're a good 40 minutes from home. Glad the dress is on the long side.

So we had a quick but intense discussion about not mentioning this to anyone else. Then we had a more intense discussion with Sam about privacy issues because this is the kind of info he would love to share with our friends, the maitre D', our server, random people he would meet in the restaurant...

Kamryn: This is kind of uncomfortable.
Me: It can't be that uncomfortable. You've been dressed for 2 hours and you just noticed.

Lordy.
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There were no further underwear incidents and we had a lovely dinner.