There wasn’t even a hole for him to open and pee through. He thought about them while she raised his arms and worked the tee-shirt over his hands and pulled the collar down around his head. Then she bent down and started putting the pants over his legs.
He asked her, “Momma, what kind of underwear are those? I haven’t seen any underwear like them.”
“Oh yes you have,” she smirked with a mother’s knowing grin, “You just don’t remember. You wore underwear like these when you were four. Don’t you know what kind of underwear they are?”
Thomas admitted he didn’t and she said, “They’re training pants. You wore training pants until you were five! Don’t you remember? I had a terrible time getting you potty-trained. You hated underwear and kept demanding to be put back in diapers. Don’t you remember?”
He blushed scarlet in embarrassment and shook his head no, saying in a little boy’s voice, “Can’t I wear regular underwear?”