Just getting dressed for a day out with DGS5 and discovered my knickers didn't fit. After a few tries I looked at them properly. They belong to DGD4 who is 12 and very slim.
When my grandson was being potty trained (14 years ago) he wore pull-up nappies which were blue. One morning whilst staying at our house he walked into the bedroom and caught my husband in his blue y-fronts. "Are you wearing pull -ups grandad?" he said. It made us chuckle!
One morning at work I realized there was a lump inside the leg of my trousers. Thank goodness I went to the washroom to investigate... It was a pair of undies that had been caught up during washing and drying.
Imagine if they fell out on their own !
Oh! This happened to me but in the days of skimpy underwear, so no telltale bump in the leg of my jeans. I discovered yesterday's knickers when they emerged at my ankle while walking along the street with, shock horror, my new boyfriend! The embarrassment!
Similar to you CanadianGran - I was full of cold at work and felt a bit ill. After coming out of the ladies I saw my hankie on the floor of the open plan office and picked it up. Trouble was it was my knickers, the ones I'd dropped while getting dressed in the dark. They must have fallen into my trousers and worked their way down. Made the mistake of telling a workmate and for days I was ribbed by the everyone in the office asking if I was going commando
My late mother always prided herself on her smart appearance, gloves, polished shoes etc. One morning leaving for work she put her hand round the kitchen door to take hold of her umbrella which hung on the door handle by its loop.
She was stepping out down the street, swinging her umbrella which suddenly felt a little - light. She looked down and to her horror she was actually swinging a large colourful feather duster (like the ones Ken Dodd used to play around with) which had somehow been hung on the usual umbrella spot.
For some reason, for years my DH would pass any of his socks that had shrunk to our sons. Unfortunately they were all taller than him and had bigger feet than he did. I don’t think we ever got him out of the habit!!
Mum's knickers decided to give up during a Scottish Country dancing demonstration. They dropped around her ankles so she danced out of them and continued!
I recall being mortified when a nursery nurse reported to me that my three year old had told her that it was her daddy’s birthday and he got some new underpants because his old ones were dirty and full of holes. She was very amused.
My daughter had a rattle which was a large see through plastic ball with several small coloured balls that rattled inside. It was on a plastic stick with a suction pad on the end. If you stuck it to the side of the bath she could play with it. However, DH, decided to suction it onto his forehead and run around the room shouting: I am a dalek, much to daughter's joy. Sadly, when he took the suction pad off, it left a big round red circle in the middle of his forehead. He had to walk around for days till it wore off.
Thank you ladies for your knicker stories. I'm living through the stress of moving house. Up again at 4am, surrounded by boxes and so much to do. You've given me some much needed light relief.
DS3 was small for his age but when aged about 12 asked if he could have underpants that didn't have a Mothercare label. He was being teased in the high school changing room. To be fair to myself I think Mothercare was experimenting with an older child range in those days.
When our 2 DD's were aged about 8 & 10, they liked to paint ex-DH's fingernails with nail varnish, draw on his face with face paints, hang clothes-pegs in his hair (usually while he was watching the telly, and not taking much notice!). He was very tolerant. One Monday morning at his workplace (he was a Senior Manager), someone pointed out that he had pink fingernails! He'd completely forgotten that weekends shenanigans!
One morning at work I realized there was a lump inside the leg of my trousers. Thank goodness I went to the washroom to investigate... It was a pair of undies that had been caught up during washing and drying.
When my son was a few months old his three year old sister squeezed herself into one of his babygros and ran off down the road. Years later our neighbours still remembered the vision!
we were at daughter and s i l for a week, babysitting, one little dress in particular always felt tight on gd, but it was the correct size,,had buttons down the back, next time her mum dressed her in the same dress, I noticed the buttons were supposed to be down the front, I was struggling to get her little arms in the dress..,,
In a similar vein, my three year old grandson came to stay for the week yesterday and at bedtime almost needed to be cut out of the top he was wearing (it was almost a toss up between that or chopping his nose off) - turns out it’s to fit a 9-24 months old!! 🥴
My DH struggled to get his legs in his underpants one morning this week, whilst getting ready in semi darkness. He then realised he was trying to put on my black cropped tshirt that I wear under a pinafore! It had ended up in his underwear drawer.