FRUIT SNACK STORAGE

Tobin's trained us to call it a good day if he is at least wearing underpants. (pants and a shirt is just icing on the cake if it goes that far - but never socks!)

So when I get home from work, I'm happy when I see little sponge bob square pants, or chicken little, or buzz light year tighty-whiteys covering up Tobin's family jewels. After putting my bag down and settling in to see how everyone's day has been, I start talking with Tobin. I notice he's got quite the bulge going on in his underpants - which is pretty normal actually. You see, since he wears no other clothss, he's adapted to stuffing his worker-man tools down there, or whatever else he needs to carry around with him.

This day I'm slightly taken aback when I realize that he's just reached into his pants, withdrawn a fruit snack, and stuck it into his mouth for a quick snack. I asked him what he was doing... "See?!" He pulled his waistband forward to reveal that he'd emptied what must have been an entire package of fruit snacks into his undies. I guess when you've got no pockets, you use whatever's available to you.