WARNING: Being in stuck inside for days on end may produce an epic horror otherwise known as Fluff Pants.
Wait a minute. Is boredom really to blame for fluff pants?
Or, perhaps, too many cookies are the culprit?
Either way, I don’t think it matters. Because according to Caroline, ‘it’s nice to sit on something so fluffy.’
Oh, that poor, misguided, built-like-a-stick child. One day she’ll realize that extra posterior fluff really isn’t so much fun after all.
We got a huge laugh over fluff pants, which was a good distraction from Spring Fever 2011. This happened on Saturday, when Craig was still home. He told Caroline to go find me and say ‘hey mom, now I look like you!’
You better watch out, kid; karma is rather unforgiving.