I did poor Puddin' Pop such a disservice yesterday. I haven't even come clean to her yet. I'm coming clean here and will let her find out when she's old enough to read.
While getting the clothes ready for the kids to wear to school, I grabbed the pair of camouflage jeans that PP had stripped off after wearing for 2 minutes on Sunday and thrown on the floor. I had picked them off her floor and folded them on Sunday and pulled them out for her to wear yesterday. I should have shook them.
The kids got ready a little early so they could go and visit the neighbors brand new puppy, Sophie. My two kids and the neighbor girl, B, plus her mom were all outside. I heard laughing and then giggling and then a mortified scream. I walked outside to see the bigger kids almost rolling on the ground laughing and poor PP running in the opposite direction, visibly upset.
No one saw where they came from, but I know, and I'm sure you can figure it out. Sweet Sophie, all the sudden, was playing around...in the neighbors yard... with these...