pancakes, underpants, same thing

I took the kids out for lunch today. They were remarkably well behaved. Sat together nicely. Peacefully colored their place mats. 

Ate most of their pancakes, eggs, sausage. J informed me each time he didn't spill OJ on himself.

Then it happened. 

"Underpants." 

Oh no. 

"UNDERPANTS!!!"

Hysterical giggling. 

"Underpants! Underpants!"

Somewhere, (near where his fondness for rude bodily noses and muddy puddles is kept) in his infinitely-boy mind, J decided underpants was a hilarious word. He decided this last night, when out of the clear blue he mentioned the word to his sister. Mass hysteria erupted - underpants - laughing - underpants - laughing - and on and on. 

Anyway, back at the restaurant we were laughing pretty hard by this time (really, you can't help yourself). A waiter came by. J casually  announced his word. 

"Pancakes?" the server asked.

"No, UNDERPANTS," J and G replied. They were laughing to hard to be understood. 

"Underpants," I said, trying to be helpful. 

The waiter laughed. They are a younger, good natured crowd at this place. 

The kids enjoyed their little joke for a few more minutes then I decided it was time to leave before maple syrup accidentally came out of anyone's nose. We were putting on our coats when the server came back. He tapped Jack on the shoulder. 

"Underpants!" he said.

Both kids laughed. "Underpants, underpants, underpants!" they happily retorted, glad he was in on their fun.

The waiter smiled. "Oh, to be that young again".