commando

Fridays are "splash days" at the Warrior Princess' summer day camp. Accordingly, she wore her swimsuit to camp underneath her clothes, and being the organized and got-it-together mom that I am, I sent her with dry undies in a ziploc to change into afterwards. Swimsuit? Check. Sunscreen, applied at home before dressing? Check. Towel? Check. Change of clothes? Check. Splash day situation fully under control.

When I picked her up in the afternoon, she was playing kickball with the other second-graders. She was in her dry clothes, her hair in curly post-splash disarray, her skin lightly tanned from playing outside. (This in itself is a wonderful thing, since most who know the WP know her to be perilously Nintendo DS-obsessed.)

On the way to the car, WP galloped down the school halls. I asked her about her day, like I always do. "Fun," she grunted. She has a tendency to be somewhat monosyllabic after school and camp.

Me: So, you had a good time for splash day?

WP: (gallop, gallop, gallop) Yes. Only when I was getting dressed, I forgot to put my underwear on!

Me: Oh, no! So you had to take all your clothes back off?

WP: (after a beat) Um, no...I'm not actually wearing my underwear right this minute.

Me: Well...okay. So you're, like, commando right now?

WP: (very matter-of-factly) Yeah. I actually find it very relaxing.

Hard to argue with that, especially in the summertime in Arkansas. It's only a wardrobe malfunction if it's unintentional.