The Man-Cub got in trouble at school today and, as a consequence, was not allowed to join his class in watching a movie that they had earned for a week’s worth of good behavior.
Bummer for the boy, huh? Yep. Of course, since his crime was dropping his pants and flashing his underwear for the entire world to see; I can’t really complain about the punishment. Unless, of course, he didn't really do it in which case; I supose I could complain. If I were one of those mothers which, I am not (also, I'm too busy drinking wine and toasting the fact that it is Friday. It was a long week! Do not judge me!).
For the record, the Cub claims that the whole thing was unintentional; that he tripped on the hem of his pants while walking in line to reading groups and that the slight tug caused the pants to drop below his knees. He swears that he didn’t do it on purpose and, since his pants do tend to be a bit baggy on his non-existent bum, I am somewhat inclined to believe his story.
Ok, I totally believe his story.
That said; the cincher came when I asked how many people saw him in all his boxer-brief glory and he said “None, I was at the end of the line”. See, if he really had pulled his pants down just for kicks and grins, he would have been at the front of the line.
That’s what I would do.