The family was gathered out at the Cabin John house. I was taking the opportunity to wash some clothes. I had my own place but it didn't have laundry facilities.

The adults were in the living room. Mom and John were imbibing extra dry vodka martinis on the rocks with a twist. The rest of us were drinking beer or wine.
My five-year-old niece (you know who you are) came running into the room. "Mommy, Mommy. Aunt Kristin has black underwear!!!"
A short pause was followed by guffaws and lame jokes from my brothers.
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