"The boy wears underwear," I thought to myself. "I know. I've seen it. And Josie can't have it all. Where in the hell could it be?"
Suddenly, it dawned on me. "Tiger," I said sweetly. He dropped a pair of Ashley's smelly socks in the pile of dirty clothes and looked up. "Could you do me a favor and look under your bed?"
He ran to the bed and scuttled under it. Sure enough, he came out five seconds later with five pairs of underwear.
See, it's all about putting yourself into the head of an eight-year-old. Although, now that I think about it, there are older guys who do that sort of thing, too...
Tiger did, however, totally stump me this morning. Right as we were about to leave for camp, he had a dilemma: he couldn't find one of his white sneakers. We looked everywhere. I was getting frantic: how in the world could he have lost a sneaker in my apartment? It's not exactly palatial.
Finally, we drove to the homestead to pick up another pair of sneakers. And there we found it: turns out he had left one of the white sneakers at home, and had gone to camp the day before wearing one white sneaker and one Yu-gi-Oh! sneaker.
The kid has my fashion sense...