Thinking about church made me recall a funny story my family loves to share.
When I was about 4, before my parents divorced, we attended a Church Of God church. My Aunt Linda helped to dress me for church that Sunday morning, which happened to be the day of our children's program.
So off to church we went and then came time for the program. All of us yunguns filed up to the front of the church, and as my parents retell the story, sometime during the program my panties started "easing" down my legs. Mom and dad were mortified and were elbowing each other whispering for the other to go get me. (Apparently Aunt Linda had put Christy's panties on me...Christy was 8.)
I truly had my "Pants On The Ground"!!!
When I was about 4, before my parents divorced, we attended a Church Of God church. My Aunt Linda helped to dress me for church that Sunday morning, which happened to be the day of our children's program.
So off to church we went and then came time for the program. All of us yunguns filed up to the front of the church, and as my parents retell the story, sometime during the program my panties started "easing" down my legs. Mom and dad were mortified and were elbowing each other whispering for the other to go get me. (Apparently Aunt Linda had put Christy's panties on me...Christy was 8.)
I truly had my "Pants On The Ground"!!!
