Friday, June 11, 2010

Jockeys

Last night Mike had a game, and Noah had practice.  So this morning, the kids and I were folding baseball laundry.  I was intentionally, secretly, avoiding the jock strap, because....ok, I admit it.  Jock straps, in general, disgust me.  It doesn't matter if they're clean or dirty, being worn or sitting in a drawer.  They're gross.  I know that's illogical, but it's just one of my little quirks. 

Sarah picked it right up and said, "Ooooo, I get to fold Daddy's jock strap!  That's a rare treat!"  She was truly delighted, for some reason.  Then Noah asked, "Why is it called a jock strap anyway?  Aren't jocks those little guys who ride horses?"  That led into an amusing, but totally unbloggable conversation.  I'm sure you can imagine.  :)

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