A Fabulous Wedgie

The other night I was working in my basement when my son called out for help. "Yep, I'll be there in a minute", I said. He started to whimper a bit so I decided to see what he needed and this is what I found. Somehow he had gotten his pajamas caught on the handle of my exercise bike. The more he would try to wiggle off the deeper the wedgie would go.

Being a kind-hearted dad I decided that I would grab my camera and take a picture before I helped him.

The Joy of a Wedgie

There's nothing quite like a good wedgie. Here are my kids practicing the art of underwear manipulation in the privacy of our local McDonald's playland. Ah, it's so gratifying to see my children being such good examples for others.

When I was a kid we called them "Heiniebinders". Whatever they are called they can be life altering. I remember many years ago I got a nuclear powered wedgie from a neighbor and I practically needed a crowbar to extract my undies from my crevice. I'm just happy that I was still able to have children later in life.