Because by definition, Inappropriocity is being naked in inappropriate places.
Gather round folks, and I'll tell you the story of the time that I durn near died of embarrassment. I do believe that this one even tops the tow truck incident .
Last Friday, we kind of had a lot going on. Dr. appointment in the morning, Owen's class picnic at Hummel Park, and a Mommy/Daddy/Eli date to celebrate his big accomplishment (more on that later). Well, when Matt and I got home from the dr.'s office, we had to quickly get the boys dressed and ready to go to the picnic. We sent Owen to his room to get himself dressed, (like he does everyday!) Matt threw some clothes on Eli, I packed the lunches, and we were out the door in a few minutes.
We got to the park, played, ate lunch, played some more. Everything was going wonderfully, that is until the elastic that adjusts the size of Owen's shorts, (and therefore holds them up around his skinny butt), ripped. The kid was running along, and then all of the sudden his shorts were around his ankles. And guess what, in the getting ready rush, he hadn't put on his under roos. You know what isn't the best time to find out that your kid didn't put on under roos that morning? If you answered, "In the middle of the class picnic, in front of God and everyone." You would be correct.
And to top it all off, instead of being totally embarrassed, he shrieked with laughter, and just kept running- until his mortified mother spear tackled his naked butt to the ground to try to rectify this catastrophic wardrobe malfunction.
I. Wanted. To. Die. A thousand deaths. If I could have willed the earth to just swallow me up, I would have done it. I don't embarrass easily, but this was almost the end of me.
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