As we were leaving the grocery store, Autumn noticed a rather fluffy woman walking into the store, wearing some type of cotton-blend pants. They may or may not have been a little too short, like high-waters, but that's beside the point. I knew Autumn was watching her butt jiggle - she's five, and enjoys bathroom humor. I wouldn't expect anything less from her. As the woman walked to the entrance, Autumn stated very plainly, "It's like her pants are dancing."
I lost it.
Thankfully, we were already in the car. With the windows closed. That was a close one!
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