Church clothes

It started with Curtis. 

He told me he wanted to wear an undershirt to church because he had a weird button that would open and show off his tummy. Such a modest fella. So then, of course, Tate started wearing an undershirt as well. But he had different motivations. He found that if he wore something under his shirt [usually his red baseball jersey that matches with everything], the sooner he could be out of it. After a few weeks of his new clothing routine, I noticed something different.

“Tate, why are your pants so puffy?” He looked at me sheepishly and replied, “I dunno.” I had my suspicions — which were confirmed about 30 seconds after we got to the parking lot and into our van. When I looked at Tate in the rearview mirror, he was in church clothes. I blinked and he was in a t-shirt and shorts. I was impressed by his ingenuity but I said, “Tate, I don’t really think you need to be wearing shorts under your church pants.” “But I HATE wearing church pants!” The next week, he heeded my request. After church, I looked in the rearview mirror again. Church clothes. Blink. Nothing but underwear. “What?” Tate asked incredulously. “You told me I couldn’t wear shorts under my pants.” He had a point.

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