M is busy packing for college. Yesterday, as I helped him stuff clothing into duffel bags, I tried to explain why bringing 8 pairs of cargo shorts to a school in the snow belt was perhaps not the best use of space. I then held up nondescript pair of shorts #8: “Besides, are you sure these are yours and not E’s?”
He wasn’t sure, and then agreed that if he didn’t even know whose they were, they didn’t need to go to college with him. So I put them in my room, and we kept packing. I agreed with him that bringing 2 winter pajama shirts and 3 undershirts was a good idea, but that based on how they flunked a sniff test, they needed to be laundered first. By this point, we were laughing so much that the cat (who normally gets stressed out and hides when packing is going on) just sauntered into M’s room, hopped up on the bed next to a stack of clothes, and started to give himself a bath.
Later E and I looked at pair of shorts #8. We decided they were a pair the neighbor kid had just given M as a hand-me-down, but that E was more likely to use them, so she kept them. E had a pair of shorts she was going to get rid of, but I realized they’d fit me, and put them in my drawer. While looking in my drawer, I found a pair of salmon-pink shorts that I never wore, and we realized from the size tag that they were a pair E’s dad had bought when he was ill, and the same size that M wears. Since M currently seems to go for a preppy vibe, we gave him the salmon-pink shorts. He liked them, although wasn’t sure if they now needed to go to college with him.
Quite the successful round of musical shorts!