Target

So yesterday we went to Target to get a few things. Stuff for the baby on the way, some valentines for Aspens school, some stuff for mama. Aspen and I were having a great, immature time in Target. Blaming each other for farting. It was great. Giving Aspen a tickle torcher in the middle of the store. Fun stuff. So we head to the check out counter and I'm bagging our stuff. Aspen thinks this is a great time to get daddy back. She comes up behind me and pulls my sweatpants down. The people behind us got a great look at my new boxers. Aspen couldn't stop laughing and neither could I. She got me. She got me good. But I will wait. Wait til she leasts expect it. A time like when she graduates high school, or brings home a boy for the first time. I will get my revenge. But in the mean time we will just keep laughing and the genius of my daughter depantsing me at Target.