GuestBlog Me!: Pants!

I am a 29 year old wife to W and mummy of a 3 year old son, Little S and 11 mth old daughter, Baby B. I started writing my blog, clareybabbling , to keep a record of what my children get up to and to generally inflict my life story on the blogging world. It's good therapy too. Find @clareybabble on Twitter.

S is a creature of habit, much like his Dad. He likes routine and is very clear about what he wants and doesn’t want. Not unlike most children I would say. Every day he chooses which way we go out of the street, either the main way or through the shortcut into the next street then through another shortcut which takes you out onto the road to the shop and playgroup. He usually likes to go through the shortcuts on the way and round the outside on the way back. Lately he likes to go the outside way.

Once we get to the main road you can either go through the grass and park area or round the road. Usually we take the scenic route but lately he has preferred the road. He knows that we have a Vauxhall and my parents have a Ford so he points them out on the way (there are quite a few!). He can spot them a mile off! Quite often he’ll say, ‘Daddy same’ or ‘Grandad same’ before I’ve even see a car coming.

Every time we get to a certain point in the journey he says, ‘pants Mummy pants!’ You know the way children immediately pick up on naughty or funny words and emphasise it like, ‘paaaaaants!’ Every time I’d ask him what he meant but he just laughed shouting, ‘paaaaaants!’ even more! I looked around, trying to see if someone had their undies on the washing line or on display in the window (it could happen!) but I couldn’t see anything.

This has been going on for a while now and W and I just laugh about it. He’s even come that way with us and looked but he too couldn’t see anything. I thought maybe it was one of those things, that he’d seen them once and remembered it, like he often does.

Today, on the way to music class, we came to the same point and had to manoeuvre round a car on the pavement (one of my bugbears with a buggy, up there with great big wheelie bins on the pavement blocking the way). It is usually parked up on the drive next to it but not today. Again, ‘paaaaaants Mummy paaaaaaaants! Look there’s pants Mummy!’

‘Where are the pants S, can you point to them?’ I ask, desperate to see the underwear that has S in fits of giggles almost every day.

He points.

The penny dropped. Mystery solved.

On the back of said car, a badge, he points excitedly, ‘paaaants!’

The car was a Daewoo (now Chevrolet I believe). The badge did indeed look like a pair of pants.