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On our way into Nicholas’ school this morning one of the voters exiting the building noticed Nicholas had dropped something and mentioned it to us.  We looked back to see a pair of Nicholas’ underwear on the curb.  Underwear.  How does this happen?  When does a random pair of underwear leap from one's clothes and curl up on public concrete?  I immediately mom-ed Nicholas by prying his pants from his body and peering inside to see if he was commando.  He wasn’t.  Double weird.  Maybe they were the voter’s XXS skivvies and he wasn’t willing to own up to littering them.  Hmmm.  I hope our refreshed provincial government is looking into this kind of thing.