In a Flash

I took my babies with me yesterday to the fabric store.

I have learned that with Spencer in tow, trips to the fabric store need to be an in and out ordeal.

He ends up screaming his protests if I actually get him in a cart but most of the time just flat refusing to ride in a cart. So then he spends his time running ahead and hiding behind the racks of fabric.

So we quickly got the interfacing we came in for, did a quick look at the decorating fabric and headed for the check stand.

Luckily it was a quick wait. Our fabric store is notorious for long lines at the checkout. You can wait longer in line to checkout than you do to get your fabric cut and do the rest of your shopping.

So as I'm standing at the register, paying the cashier, I feel movement on the back of my legs.
High on the back of my legs.

I was wearing a knit skirt and Spencer had been playing with it.

I'm sure the people standing in line behind me got a great view of what was under my skirt as Spencer flashed my backside to them!

He thought my horrified response was soooo funny that he tried to repeat his performance.

We quickly left the store.