Friday, September 30, 2011


So tonight we're folding this mountain of laundry after Starboy went to sleep, and my husband holds up a beige article of clothing and asks, "Did you buy Him a small pair of matador pants?"

What?? Matador? Like.... bullfighting? A bullfighting two-year-old?

And, looking at the Spanx girdle he's holding, that I wore to a wedding last week, I bust out laughing and nearly pee myself.

"NO. Those are mine."

"I was wondering," he said ".... I thought: Why does he need matador pants??"