Liar, Liar,
Pants on fire.
Gonna hang your underwear,
From a telephone wire.
Okay, that's probably not how it goes. It's been a while since I've teased anyone, so I'm out of practice. I do know the rhyme involves a liar, pants, fire, and a telephone wire. The stuff in the middle is just fluff.
Jim and I arrived at Jim-Jim's daycare to pick Jim-Jim up (welcome to my life folks, 36% of that sentence was "Jim"). The toddlers were playing in the yard right by the entrance, so Jim and I tossed the ball back and forth across the fence with the 2-year olds. We were walking away when I heard the teacher calling to Naya saying, "Naya, Naya!" to which I channeled by inner 3-year-old and yelled back "pants on fi-ya!". It slipped out of my mouth before I could reel it back in! Nothing like taunting a 2-year-old on a Thursday afternoon to make my day complete.
The picture has nothing to do with the post. We are not delusional. We are aware that people don't come to this site to read about how big, bad Kara taunts little kids. Jim-Jim's the main attraction so enjoy your token picture of the boy:)
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