So I took Anna to Old Navy today to look for baby pajamas. She insisted on crawling around, practically jumping out of my arms. I made the mistake of letting her and found out just how dirty those floors are . . . very. In a few short seconds while I was browsing she managed to make it around the corner to the maternity section, and pulled out all the jeans on the bottom two shelves. I picked up my filthy child and beelined for the register. Not sure if the picture does it justice, but her pink pants and feet are black. Oh the joys of having a one year old!
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