Spicy What?

This morning, I threw Brennan a clean pair of underwear to wear. He looked at the Incredibles undies, shook his head and said, "I don't want to wear those today Mom. I want my spicy underwear!"

"You're what?" I asked, certain he didn't just tell me he had deemed certain undergarments of the spicy variety.

"My spicy underwear! SPICY!" He yelled laughing at my expression.

"Brennan, I have no idea what you are talking about." I replied, trying not to laugh at him.

"Okay, Mom. I'll go get 'em." And with that, he ran upstairs to his bedroom to grab the undies of choice.

I turned to share a look with Chris, who shrugged his shoulders, laughed and countered, "Maybe he meant spiky?"

"Spiky underwear? Is that any better? Really?"

Before we can finish our thoughts, Brennan bounds down the stairs brandishing a pair of underwear over his head.

"My spicy underwear!" He yells. As he gets closer, I see he is holding a pair of orange and red underwear with a lightening pattern.

He quickly puts them on, turns to me giggling, wags his bottom and shouts, "SPICY!"

Just when I think nothing he can do can surprise me, he does. Spicy, huh?