PT had soccer practice in the cold rain, a couple of weeks ago. The team kept moving from field to field to find a safe place to play. Eventually, I just picked up my chair, blanket, and umbrella and retreated to the warm van....warm rental van. Oh no! I remember thinking, "There is no way I can let that filthy kid in this rental van with all black interior." (Mother of the Year, I know.)
When he returned, I helped him take off his cleats, told him to take off his clothes except his underwear and t-shirt, and told him to wrap a towel around him. He looked a little puzzled and embarrassed, but he did it. Then he got a little sparkle in his eye and a grin on his face, as if he decided to embrace the whole thing. He opened up the towel, started dancing around, and proceeded to sing a PT original song...."I have a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty BUTT!!" He sang this refrain over and over (in a a deep Elvis-like voice) until we got home and then he sang it to Dad too.
That kid cracks himself up!