Keeping Mama Modest
Yesterday we had an unusually warm afternoon, and I went to the gym, put Zora in the childcare area, and when I left just wore my shorts out to the car. Erik called to let us know he was coming home on the train, and I handed the phone to Zora. Then I hear this form the back seat:
“Mama has on no pants.”
“Just socks.”
“And shoes.”
“And a shirt.”
I can’t get away with anything!