How cute and quaint! And economical.
I told the girls, "At least they don't hang their underwear out to dry."
But on Thursday . . . 
I was aghast to see seven pairs of billowing white underwear hanging from the line, right outside our kitchen window! I went around the house muttering loudly, "Oh my gosh! . . . Oh my gosh!" I think I even called my mom.
Then it started happening every Thursday. A predictable laundry ritual.
Seven pairs of white-y tight-ies in a row, sharing clothespins with each other while catching my attention every time I passed the window.
At first I dreaded the weekly visits from the underwear fairy, but now the girls and I look forward to Thursdays with a mixture of anticipation and dread. And each Thursday when the time comes, we shout to each other, "It's the UNDERWEAR!" and everyone runs for a window.
Today I told the girls that we need to start a tradition every time the underwear comes out. It is a little weekly celebration of sorts.
Any suggestions?
