When he was fully dried and seated on his bed still wrapped in the towel, I said, “What do you want to wear?”
“Shorts and a polo, please,” he said.
“You’re very polite,” I complimented him with a smile. “Where are they?”
“Shorts are in the second drawer down on the dresser and the polos are in the closet.”
“Preferences?”
“Nah, I trust you.”
“Okay, where’s your undies?”
“Undies? Really? …Top drawer.”
“Do you wear undershirts?”
“Not in the summer.”
I got his clothes together; the plaid cargo shorts from the day of the INCIDENT at the movies, a light red (he wouldn’t let me call it pink) polo shirt, and a pair of Mickey Mouse themed boxers. “These are cute,” I commented and Kevin rolled his eyes.