Where Are My Pantyhose?

"Mother, where are my pantyhose?" Nate asks, going into the kitchen. "Mom? Where are you?"

"I'm here! In the garden!" Mrs. Jonas calls from the garden.

Nate goes outside. "Mother, have you seen my pantyhose?"

"Your pantyhose? You have pantyhose?"

"But of course! Everyone has pantyhose!"

"Uh…"

"I'll go ask Shane," he says, going back inside. He sees his brother in the living room and says, "Hey Shane do you have my pantyhose?"

"Maybe," he says.

"Then give them to me!"

"Uhh… no."

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because I need them!"

"Okay, I'll give them to you."

"Hooray!"

"… Only if you make my bed first."

"What? No, I'm not going to make your bed!"

"Fine then, no pantyhose."

"Fine, I'll go make your bed," Nate grumbles. He makes Shane's bed and then goes back downstairs. "Okay, give them to me."

"I don't know where your damn pantyhose are!"

"Fuck you!"

Nate goes into the garden where his mother is. "Mommy, Shane won't give me my pantyhose! Help me!"

Mrs. Jonas sighs. "Nate, you are a boy, right?"

"Of course!"

"Then you don't have pantyhose! Girls wear pantyhose, not guys."

"Oh… that makes sense. You are very smart."

"Okay, well I'm going shopping now and if you want, I can buy you some candy."

"Yay! Thank you Mother! I love you!"

Nate hugs his mother, and they both head off to the supermarket together.

Shane goes to watch TV, and when he sits he sees some pantyhose. "What?" he asks when he sees the name on the tag: Nate Jonas.