Let me start off by saying, I don’t ever wear thongs. I only own one or two pairs just so my hubby can’t say all my panties look like parachutes, joke. Just the other day he said “Hey Dawn, your parachutes are showing”, I just like to be comfortable…… Well about four years ago my son was in third grade, and I was his room mother. I know all the kids in his class and his teacher real well. One lovely day my son comes home from school & I’m going thru his backpack for school papers & I find more than I had bargained for: my lacey black thong panties, YES in his back pack. At first I was alarmed, mad, panicked, nervous, sweating profusely, breaking out in hives & I don’t have allergies, scared, kinda peeing in my pants! I ran to Logan to ask, “What on earth are these doing in your back pack?” He said “Mrs Campbell, (his teacher) put them in there, they fell out of my school pants rolled up in a piece of fabric softener and I screamed GROSS and picked them up with one finger off the floor!” DAMN fabric softener, thats all its good for, getting stuck in clothes, why couldn’t it have been the missing sock that never finds its way back from the dryer, then I would have solved a universal question & not been so embarassed. Do you have any idea, how humiliated I was, I don’t even wear the dang things, often enough for that to have happened!!!! I can laugh now, but then I had to face Mrs Campbell often. I bet the breakroom had plenty to talk about that day!