As any of you who really stalk me know, my sister, her husband, and their two adorable daughters are visiting in Tennessee right now. My nieces, who are 3 years old and 11 months old (roughly) truely are the cutest things ever. Anyways, here is the point:
The other day, my dear brother-in-law, who we will call Jarebear for all practical purposes, was doing laundry. So Jarebear and my niece, who we will call The Princess, were taking clothes out of the dryer and putting them in a pile in the other room. Well, Jarebear hands The Princess a pair of Tinkerbell underwear to put in the pile. Naturally, he saw the cartoon fairy and assumed they were his daughter's. As she came into the room, I noticed the underwear, or "pants" as they say in the Queen's land, were probably too big to fit a 3 year old. What did this mean? Yep. They were mine. As she hands them to me, Jarebear tells her to put them with her other clothes. I then had to explain to him that the nicely folded Tinkbell underpants were not, in fact, his toddler's. It's true, boys and girls, My 3 year old niece and I have the same Tink underoos.