Remember Middle School? Gym class? Drawstring pants AND they're at your ankles. Hahahaha! Nice Sheera panties! Nah-nah! (They were Josie and the Pussycats, okay?)
Ah yes, those were the days but it's been a while since I thought of them. In fact it wasn't till today when Archer sweetly pants-ed a three year-old girl down the street.
I accidentally laughed because as if Archer knows what the hell he's doing but apparently laughing was a bad idea. Bad. Very bad. The little girl screamed for her Dad as Archer crawled away babbling and gabbling and googling.
I turned toward the scene apologetically. "Sorry! My son's got the dickens!"
"What you say? Dick?"
"Noooooo, silly! He has the dickENS. Like Charles Dickens?"
"No. Argh. Um...Habla Ingles?"
Little girl's dad promptly pulled his daughter's pants up and I backed-away slowly, following Archer to safety across the sidewalk.
Maybe it's just me but who seriously gets upset when a toddler pulls down a child's pants. He's a ONE-YEAR-OLD.
Please save the sexual harassment suit for when he's at LEAST in kindergarten. Sheesh.