Miles estactically came running to me on my birthday morning,
"Mom, mom, come see where my underwear is!"
Hmmm, sounded quite questionable and concerning - seeing as he was running around naked (as well as Jonas). But when I looked at the pointed spot, I was no longer concerned. For this is what I saw:
And, knowing he has my G-side of the family genes in him, I thought,
"Genetics at play here."
You see, when I was a youngin', we would (we including my sister and wonderful cousins Melissa, Kristen, and Steven) throw our underwear (not the ones we were wearing that day, however) on our walls in our big entry-way. The walls were textured and so things could get stuck on them. Things like underwear of course. It was a pretty fun game back then. I miss it. So that is why I am glad to see Miles carrying on the tradition - all on his own.
Apparently his underwear was not in his jeans, though.