Scene: Living room.
Approximately 11 a.m. Saturday morning.
Me: Bubba, I want you to go upstairs, put on a fresh pair of underwear, after you take the dirty pair off, and get dressed. Got it?
Bubba leaves the room.
H: (laughs) I like how you have to specify that he take his dirty underwear off before putting on a fresh pair.
Me: Don’t you remember that time last year when we caught him wearing 5 pair of underwear because he just kept putting clean on top of the previously used pair? Even after he'd showered?
We didn’t catch on for almost a week.
Bubba reenters the room uncharacteristically quickly.
Me: Did you take off the bad before putting on the good?
Bubba: (Pulls the waistband of his shorts down so I can confirm the waistband of his underwear.) Yup.
Me: Excellent. Today is going to be a good day.