My lovely daughter, Harley. That girl never ceases to amaze me. Last night we went to Eastland Mall.
Of course, as soon as we walk in the door the girls had to go to the bathroom. I can't wait until they are disgusted instead of intrigued by public bathrooms. Anyway, after the ritual cleaning, Vanessa goes in one stall and Harley goes in another. Sometimes Harley needs help getting herself back together. Not last night though. She had it all taken care of. She was a big girl.
Fast forward past seeing Santa Claus and a little shopping. We are standing in Lane Bryant looking for something for my niece. I'm talking to my sister-in-law on the phone to see what size to buy. I hear Harley say "mama" for the MILLIONTH time since we walked into the mall. Finally, I look down and her pants are at her knees. Bare behind showing.
Her pants had fallen down. Her panties too.
I quickly got off the phone, pushed Harley into a private nook and fixed her.
Apparently she neglected to pull up her panties in the bathroom and that caused her pants to fall down.
Why me?
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