If you play in the snow in jeans, they are not going to be dry. If you're Tristan.
"Mom, my pants are wet. They're all.....WET."
"Well, you can get some new ones. Just DON'T wake up Sawyer. Leave your pants outside the door."
Two days later I discover this:
Tristan's pants. "Outside the door." Frozen. And they are not as easy to remove as they look.
There are many things that may give you pause upon visiting our house. Add frozen-pants-on-the-deck to the list. They'll be there 'til the Thaw.
Update: Whatever happened to Tristan's pants?
3 comments:
So glad to have comapny in the things-frozen-to-the-deck club. Our "thing" is a towel. Why? I haven't the slightest clue....
so so funny. It would be fun to just walk in on your house unannounced and search for those kinds of things and ask for explanation
Best post ever. Hilarious and precious.
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