A few months ago, my dad sent a mostly-joking (I think?) email to all of the children in the family, encouraging the married members to procreate and make him a “PePaw”. A prize may have been mentioned … (ok, it was). Then at Christmas, he gave a long, humorous prelude to the gifts he bought for the sons (including those soon-to-be). He was quite proud of what he had picked out:
My brother (unmarried) got a sweater.
My stepsister’s boyfriend got a sweater.
John and my stepbrother? You know, the only married sons in the fam?
Silk boxers to “encourage the swimmers” (direct quote).
I almost died laughing. John turned a bit red. But someone took the entire episode quite seriously …
And as per my New Years Resolution, those silky boxers are packed away tight in the basement.