Baby's first pantsing

After work today I was vacuuming away, wearing sweatpants as I always do in the house, when suddenly I realized I was no longer wearing any pants at all. I turned around and saw Aaron all the way across the room, too far away to possibly have been the perpetrator. Then I looked down, only to see a giggling little gremlin scurrying away. Turns out two year olds have the perfect sized fingers for the job. Plus they can fly below the radar and they have no scruples about extending the nefarious reach of their fathers.