While at the Farmer's Market eating lunch, an older gentleman stopped by our table to ask A if she shared. Without missing a beat, she silently and immediately pointed her finger at W. I'm not sure if she was saying W would share or that he could take her...

W made quite the scene at the Farmer's Market today. Due to car sickness earlier in the day, she was wearing shorts that are a bit too big for her. As we got ready to cross the street, I told them "Ok girls, when the light changes color we need to go fast, no jumping or dragging our feet."

They both agreed, but just before we got across W started yelling "My pants! My pants! Pants!" I heard lots of laughing from the people around us and looked down to see her waddling quickly along with her shorts around her ankles. The three of us started laughing, and one older lady paused to comment to W, "Yeah, I hate it when that happens to me, too". We couldn't stop giggling all the way home!