Those Pants

Those Pants

Forgot to tell you this story.

It happened last weekend in Ruidoso.

It was late on Saturday and we had finished swimming. All of you girls were piling into the bathtub to take a bath together.

Yes – it was a giant bathtub.

So all three of you are sitting there while the water is still filling up the tub and H, looks at me and says in an excited tone:

Dad! Why don’t you get in with us!?

I turn around to respond, but before I can say anything, H scrunches her face up in a grossed out way and continues:

Maybe just wear those pants though.

Bahahaha.

I love you.

-Dad