Under 'things that happen when Daddy is watching me at Target while mommy goes to get bread". I went back to the boy's side where they were supposed to be getting Andrew an Easter shirt and my son came running out from the aisle to find me. In case you're missing it, check out his feet. I don't know if this says more to you about the cleanliness of the floors at Target, or about my forgetting to grab him some shoes since I figured he'd be in a cart the whole time.
Then we walked by a little girl who kindly remarked to her mom, "his pants are falling down". It just wasn't our best after-dinner trip to the store.
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