Me to W: I think your pants are on backwards.

W: No. No they're not.

Me: Alrighty then.

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!

W put her pants on herself - sure they're inside out and backwards, but hey, who cares?

Asked A if she wanted to wear her hot pink pants. Now she keeps talking about her hot pants.