A Picture is Worth 1000 Words

At church this Sunday, I collapsed in giggles before the service began. Walking up the aisle, everything was fine, but on our way into the pew, this happened:



I know, this picture isn't in church, it's my kitchen, but I don't carry cameras with me into church often, and I didn't have it handy. Thankfully the stunt repeated itself later that day.

Now, no, he's not pulling them down. Skinny butt (or "no hips" as Daddy calls him), is outgrowing his drawers in the leg, while they are outgrowing him in the waist. That first time, he didn't even seem to notice anything wrong (other than Mommy falling down in the pew in with a bad case of the silent laughters), but later on in the day he would come up to us and say, "Mommy, Daddy, pants fell doooowwwwwnnnn! Help, please."

Yep. A picture is worth 1000 words.

Thankfully this didn't happen during the Children's Service. Woah. Just think about that for a minute.

And just because I can't leave well enough alone, here is a picture of Toddler enjoying Homecoming at Penn State. It was an afternoon game, and it was a long day:



Don't you wish you could still do that?