Every story starts with, "One time, at 4-H Camp..."
Yesterday I was driving them to playgroup when a song came on the radio they seemed to like. I did not know the song (I have since been told it was Flo-Rida's "Low"?), but I turned it up for them. Here is the conversation that happened while listening to this song:
"Remember this at 4-H Camp?"
"Yeah, and Miles was dancing to it-"
"And he came out with, like, four pairs of pants on-"
"And underwear on his head!"
"And he was dancing around and the counselors came running over-"
"And said, 'Miles! Put your pants on!"
The whole van then erupted into a laughing fit. Ah... good times.