When I picked Owen up from Steph's today I noticed his pants were on backwards. Hmmm...I thought...this may need to be investigated.
Mommy: Owen...are your pants on backwards?
Owen...huh?
Mommy: Pants...are your pants on backwards?
Owen (looks befuddled and then looks at pants): huh?
Mommy: Owen! Really! ARE...YOUR...PANTS...ON...BACKWARDS?
Owen (shrugging): maybe
Mommy (sighing): where is the tag?
Owen: Ummm...(pulls out waistband)...not here.
Mommy (annoyed now): Did Daddy see you in your pants this morning?
Owen: Uh huh. (looking a little suspicious as he hears the tone of my voice change)
Mommy: Hmmm...get in the car.
Really...on backwards? You would think one of the males in my household would have noticed the child's pants were on backwards. It is things like this that give us women things to complain about at happy hour. Sigh.
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