We went camping earlier this week, and as we were getting ready I told Noah to go find himself a nice thick, warmer shirt to wear.

A minute or so later I heard frustrated grunts, followed by growls. He entered my room with a look of extreme annoyance on his face.

“Dad?! What’s going on with this shirt?!” he said as he struggled to pull his shirt down around him. “I can’t find the sleeves!”

I went over to help him figure it out. It’s what us dads do.

And as I began tugging on it, it didn’t take long at all to realize it wasn’t a shirt at all.

It was a pair of my undies.

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Apparently I sorted them into the wrong pile.

Let’s just say the frustrated grunts soon turned into hysterical giggles.

Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing