As we were outside today, enjoying the slight amount of warmth and sunshine after coming home from work/grandma’s/walmart, Emma decided to play in the sandbox. This made me slightly leery, as Emma has a tendency to end up nude when in there.
My neighbor came out, spoke with the girls very sweetly, noted Emma’s two different shoes and shared a laugh with me over it. (One pink, one black, she dressed herself this morning, what can I say? At least they were for the right feet! I love my funny Emma!) And then she began to chat with me. Ava began to cry (Mom radar!!) Sarah peed her pants, and Emma took her coat off. Coat not being a priority, I rocked Ava a bit, Allen took care of Sarah’s needs, and I continued to chat with Chasity.
Then it happened. Emma had taken her shoes off on the sly, and was juuuuuuust reaching for the pants button when Chas noticed.
Thank God Chas saw.
The pants were coming off! In a rush I tried to put away the sand, Chas started talking to Emma, and trying to help her gather herself, and Emma began to see the error of her ways, jumping up and down yelling, “I’M COLD! MY FEET ARE COLD!”
IN a matter of minutes everyone was rushed into the house, a friendly goodbye was administered between neighbors, and we headed inside for a feast of Peanut Butter and Jelly, Hot Chocolate, Apples, and Popcorn. (It got Emma inside…clothed… didn’t it?)