now that i think about it

we were in the third grade, and open house was coming up. mrs. cross (“because i’m cross as a bear,” former deputy sheriff, friend of the family) put us to work getting the room presentable. she put c.j. to the task of cleaning off the big wooden desk in the corner. she sprayed it with pledge or whatever and handed him a folded up ‘rag’ to dust with.

c.j., not quite the class clown but kind of a joker of a boy, cocked his head to the side. he held the rag up in the air, and then ceremoniously unfurled it to reveal that it was a pair of very large, dingy men’s briefs. bvd’s.

at the time i (age 7) considered him irreverent for doing so.

but now that i think about it,

it was really funny.