Batman Returns!

Last week Thursday (while my company was experiencing technical difficulties with a software upgrade), I took the afternoon off to tackle the mess that my basement had become. A great majority of the issue was clothing. The clothes my family had outgrown that needed to be washed, sorted, and taken to the second-hand store. As I sorted, I came across a few costumes from Halloweens past. Wyn has a 4 year-old I knew would love to have these treasures in her dress up bin.

When I arrived at Wyn’s house, costumes in hand, she returned the favor and handed me a boys size 6 green Batman t-shirt. She had found it while shopping one day and purchased it for her frusband. (This is how she refers to to Jackson since he saved her that drizzly July night.)

I came home, laid it on his pillow, and forgot all about it.

Later that night, when Jack and I retired to our room for our nightly tv viewing routine, he picked the tiny shirt up and held it up to his chest. He asked “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Wear it, silly.” This was the same answer I had given Wyn’s husband (also known as my frusband, see it’s catching on) when he asked me what Jack was going to do with the little article of clothing.

Next thing I know, my husband of 15 years had slipped his new gift over his head and managed to get his arms in the holes. He was trying feverishly to get the tiny t-shirt rolled down over his 37 year-old belly. He succeeded in getting it down his chest, just above his tummy when I fell off the bed from laughing so hard!

As I struggled to get to my feet and make a dash for my camera, #1 walked in, screamed in horror, and ran back out of our room. (Discussion Topic #403 for the therapist she’s sure to need). I then proceeded to snap two pictures as he posed - rubbing his hairy belly sticking out the bottom of the shirt, striking the body-builder pose showing off his guns. Oh, my gosh, I’m not even sure there are words to describe exactly how funny this entire episode was. I was able to snap two pictures amidst the chaos.

In the end, I had to help him peel the little green shirt off his body. Then I emailed pics to Wyn as a special little thank-you. These pics will NOT be making an appearance on my blog as I love my husband and want to remain married. Please just know that a man who is willing to put on a tiny t-shirt, let you take pictures, and laugh with you the entire time is a man you should hang on tight to, because they are few and far between and this one is MINE.