The brown pants

Around a yearish ago, we decided to spend our Saturday morning going to garage sales.  Gibson was outgrowing his six month clothes, so we wanted to find 9 and 12 month ones.

So we went to a garage sale where they had tons of boy clothes and started picking things out for him.

And then Gibson got tired of being at the garage sale.

And he spit up all over the table of clothes.

By some miracle, the massive explosion only landed on ONE pair of pants.

How on earth did that happen?

In any case, we obviously bought those pants.  Even though they're ugly.

And then Gibson got what he wanted, and we left the garage sale.  Such a sneaky baby!

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