My oldest brother Ethan refuses to wear pants at home. He wears boxers (because he’s a gentleman) but insists on not wearing pants. So one day we’re all just chilling on the couch when Ethan comes in wearing his boxers. My younger brother Eric asks if he can take off his pants too, and Ethan says yeah, just make sure you have clean underwear on. Eric leaves the room, goes upstairs, and comes back 3 or 4 minutes later without pants and in my underwear. Not just any underwear—Victoria’s Secret, MY VICTORIA’S SECRET (only girl in the family). Ethan is laughing his ass off, Nate (the next oldest brother) is rolling on the floor, and I’m just sitting there like WTF. My dad chooses the best time to come in with guests, when one of his 10-year-old sons is standing in the living room wearing his only daughter's frilly Victoria’s Secret, his oldest isn’t wearing pants, and the other two sons are on the floor dying of laughter. The neighbors haven’t come over since.