I love that no amount of draft will stop a 2 year old from running and playing. It’s not until he simply cannot walk anymore because he is trapped by his pants around his knees that he finally relents. In the 10 minutes of waiting for M to finish paying inside, I pulled those breeches up more than 20 times… it’s all my fault really. We bought the pants because I thought they were too adorable to pass up – I didn’t even look at the price tag, I loved them that much (which is saying a lot for anyone who knows me). Burnt orange, corduroy, skinny’s… need I say more? Only, here’s the thing with skinny jeans – as most of you already know first hand, no doubt… if they are too big and/or fit tighter on the legs than on the waist, they tend to slide right down your bum… and then for a kiddo wearing a pull-up, they just go right down with them. I should have put a belt on the kid, but I couldn’t find it, and being the first time wearing them I didn’t realize that it would be that big of a deal. I didn’t realize it was even a problem at all until after dinner when he was running up and down the ramp. His tooshy looked so cold… I really did try to keep them pulled up, but it was no use. So instead I just let him bring a smile to the faces of all that looked his way until he begged me to come to his aid. It wasn’t until the next day that I realized that the pants had adjustable bands inside to make the waist band smaller… oops… Sorry J. At least I got pics.