his first attempt at modelling for calvin klein.

the rule is to look serious, like mark wahlberg. while holding a, erm, weapon in one hand. very macho.

ok, so those aren’t calvin kleins. (on aniq, that is. on marky mark, they’re the real mccoy, all right. not that i’d know, though. too much distraction to see actual label on those tighty-whities… ouh.)

it was on a whim that i picked out a pair of bright bots’ training pants and shoved it to his daddy. not to try on, but to ask for his opinion. we wanted a bright red one (!!), coz we planned to tell him they’re part of Superman’s costume. but they didn’t have red in his size, which we guessed was M (though now we know they’re a little tighty-err…bluey, so we’ll get a size L for the next few ones).

he got all excited when we told him we bought him Superman underwear, and he ripped open the plastic bag, just like Superman would if told he’s got a new pair of undies.

“unnerwear!!”

he’d had a brief (pardon the pun) experience wearing dadam’s smaller underwear some time back, which was short-lived as he’d forgotten he was wearing it while playing, and headed to the toilet a micro-second too late. pee had seeped onto the rug in his room.

these bright bots ones are brilliant and i don’t know whyyyy i never thought of getting them earlier, like super-duh. they look and feel like briefs, but have a waterproof thingy in between the layers of cloth on the crotch. like a waterproof bib for the willy ha ha.

anyway, his eyes immediately lit up at the thought of becoming superman, and he said,

“aniq nak encing!”

because, of course, superman must potty first before becoming superman, as stated in the Golden Handbook of Becoming Superman. he promptly proceeded to the toilet to take off his pants, place his potty seat on the toilet bowl, and climbed over it to do the wee-wee.

“bye bye encing!”

that’s him bidding farewell to the liquid deposit as i flushed.

he grabbed his new “unnerwear” and put it on, the way i taught him to – sit down, one leg in, then the other leg, stand up, pull up “unnerwear”, cover beberd (“wait beberd fly!”), and cover “ontot”.

i wonder why little willies are called birdies. must be coined by a coy mother in the olden days to ensure their boys covered up their bits and not let it, err, stray. plus, it’s cuter than calling it “wormie” and less menacing than “snakey”. i think.

aaanyway (why do i always get distracted?), he spotted daddy wearing the SAME coloured underwear (oops, is that too much info?).

“daddy unnerwear same! daddy superman?”. afterwhich he started leaping around the house like superman’s apprentice.

and right on time, the tv played one of those superheroes cartoons and we ALL got excited pointing out how ALL of them wore “unnerwear”! yes, wonderwoman is just like mummy! look at mummy’s “unnerwear”! (admittedly, i was wearing pink, but whaddahell, right?)

“mimmy can fly?”

erm. maybe if i changed into a corset. and eat steroids. otherwise, i’ll probably look more like this:

yes, with the pizza. which incidentally we had for dinner while watching cartoons last night. (i really want to talk about Tom & Jerry, the dynamics of.)

speaking of wonderwoman, doncha think her logo says W&F??

the invisible wonderwoman. with not so wonderboobs. she needs a wonderbra.

oh, and we made a mistake of unleashing those superundies at night coz after his second pee in the toilet, it was time for bed, and he super-refused to wear anything other than his new “unnerwear”.

so he ended up wearing that AND his pull-up diaper over it. (i’m SO not ready to wake him up in the middle of the night to remind him to pee! :p)

wonder how superman does his pee-pee with his unnerwear outside his tights… (i can imagine izad coming up with some theory about how there’s probably a side slit, like boxers. hmm, which brings us to the question, how big IS superman?… ok, what did i say about always getting distracted??)

ps: message to norsita – i got your email, so sorry i’m taking so long to reply! will do so soon. :)

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