No? Just me, then?
So. Um. Anyway. Across from our church (don't stop reading, this is not going to be a church related post!) is a park (well, across from EVERY church/school/grocery store/embassy/"exotic" shop in Warsaw there's a park). We dropped off the two oldest at the church for religion classes and took the two youngest to the park.
Toby told Seth "HEY SETH! After we drop you off we're going to the PARK!"
Yeah, 'cause kids are kind of mean.
Anyway, Dylan and I were walking along through the park and Blaise and Toby were following along behind us.
Blaise found some steps that went down. Blaise LOVES steps. So he went down the steps and we continued on.
About that time our friend, who is pregnant with her second child, walked up just as Blaise was emerging from what could very well have been an
We smiled and pretended like this kind of thing happens all the time and we were totally prepared to deal with it and were not going to have to drive 30 minutes back to the house with a completely naked baby in the car AND be back in time for church.
BEHOLD! This is your future!