Last Sunday, after Nick and Niko got out of the bath, I dried them off, helped them get their underwear on, and sent them on their way. They ran around in their underwear for almost an hour. When I finally got a chance to help them get their church clothes on, I noticed they had switched underwear with each other.
I asked, "Do you have each other's underwear on?"
Nick: "Yah! We traded!"
Niko: "Yah! We wanted to trade!"
Oh, to be 4 years old again. When you want to make a trade, you just do it, because he's your best buddy and you want to. It doesn't even matter if it's . . . underwear . . . that you have already worn . . .