Thursday, May 20, 2010


Walking across the parking lot, she stops, cold in her tracks, and lets loose a blood curdling scream. It's as if she has been bitten by an unknown creature lurking behind us. A panicked mother, I stop and ask, "Ava, what on earth is the matter?" She points down, and there around her ankles are her shorts!

Yeah, I guess I'd cry too if I was constantly being depantsed!


AMiller said...

Love the picture!

Jazz and Rod said...

atleast you can always find her by the trail of clothes she leaves behind!!!