The other day I was rushing around (typical) and was trying not to be late to leave (double typical) and I needed everyone to get dressed. I had laid out all the kiddos clothes on our bed and they were getting changed. I was doing the same myself. I walked out of our bathroom with my shirt on but not my pants. Here's the conversation that took place:
Amanda - "Mommy, I like your zebra underwear."
Cameron - "Those aren't zebra underwear, their cheetah."
Time to go back to the basic beige.