Wearing my beige/maroon/royal plaid kilt today, my 3 year old daughter decided to get inquisitive.

While I was kneeling down to put together the crate in which I will soon be shipping my AKC registered bullmastif, my daughter walks up, lifts my kilt slightly, and asks "What's under there, Daddy?" "Nothing you need to see, Love." With this, she lays down on the ground and looks up my kilt! Not being Regimental, I was not overly concerned, though I did take action to correct the situation. To my astonisment, though, my daughter decided, with a few neighbors listeing in, to announce the presence of my boxer-briefs by saying "Nice red panties, Daddy!"

I'm not one to get embarassed, but that brought me pretty close!