Trouser issues

At church this morning I was dancing at the front and Eli kept following me around, patting me on the leg and pulling on my shirt and whispering "Emma!"

I ignored him for a few minutes, but his whispers became louder and more frequent until he shouted "Emma! My pants are falling down!!!"

There were a few chuckles from the front row as I sheepishly pulled him off to the side and helped him pull his pants up.

There is no shyness in our church :)