The weather was BEAUTIFUL yesterday, so after church we went out to lunch. As we were leaving, I was carrying my purse in one hand and holding one of my sons' hands...and Anna was holding onto my knit-fabric pants as we walked through the parking lot...and the next thing I knew she'd tripped and fallen. PULLING MY PANTS DOWN WITH HER.
I really, really hope that people enjoyed my shockingly-white upper legs. And my ratty old undies too. It was quite a show. With a five-year-old's screaming to attract peoples' attention.
Good thing I don't take myself too seriously! I just hiked up my pants, held my head high, and beat a hasty retreat to the car.