This morning Puddin' Pop decided to use the bathroom and then refused to put her pants back on. I chased her around for a while and then just gave up. She would just run and giggle and I figured if she got cold she would come find me.
Fifteen minutes later she was trying to get out the front door, still with nothing on her bottom half. I explained that it was cold, but we all know that Mommy's don't know anything. She finally managed to get the door open and I picked her up and to show her how cold it was I pressed her little bottom to the freezing glass of the storm door...just as my neighbor was driving by. The neighbor stopped, I smiled and waved, and Puddin Pop squealed "Do it again!"