The Wedge

Tonight the husband, Bananza, Atrain and I were watching the finale of "the dancing show" before Atrain's bedtime. Atrain cleaned up all of his toys by himself to earn such a late night privilege--not to mention that I am super lenient after a long day without him. When I return home from training I feel like building train tracks and reading books with my boys all night long. But that wouldn't bode well for the babysitters the next day. So, we opted for a short dancing show party, and Atrain brought his A-game.

It was hilarious to watch this little man twist, boogie, jump off walls, roll on the ground and strike all sorts of copy-cat poses. He looked like a little kung-fu warrior, that is until the warrior got a wedgie. His fury of movement extinguished as he stood in the middle of the living room, reaching behind his back to unbend the undies that had worked their way between his little bum cheeks. And all of the sudden the dancing show was eclipsed by Atrain's eternal dig.

The husband, Bonanza and I sat on the perimeter of the room, wondering when the poor little boy would find relief. By the fourth unsuccessful attempt to remove the wedge, we were all giggling uncontrollably. Atrain's quest for comfort reached its pinnacle when he dropped his pajama pants, clenched onto a wrinkle in his undies and pulled. Finally, the boy found freedom from the worst wedgie we had ever witnessed.