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Oh, I had a lovely day, and I need to tell you about it. However, there is a soft snow falling outside and I am sleepy and content with the knowledge that I am home and warm in my bed. Tomorrow stretches out in front of me, a luxurious Tuesday that I will spend entirely at home. I will pick up endless piles of wet snow gear and give my sons mug after mug of hot chocolate. For tonight I cannot summon the energy to tell you the whole of today, so instead I leave you with the following exchange between Tre and Max.

Tre: I think I want to start wearing boxer shorts, instead of that other kind of underwear.

Max: (who owns a pair of boxer shorts, nodding sagely) Ok, but if you do, DON’T give yourself a wedgie. Trust me.

Tre: Why?
Max: It hurts!

Tre: Oh. Ok.

I don’t know what’s more puzzling: that Tre had to ask WHY he shouldn’t give himself a wedgie, or that Max already knew (from experience, apparently) the answer.