the other day, we were on our weekly trip to the d.i., when i looked down to see both chilli and fussy laying on the ground, peering under the women's changing room doors.
i don't think they were seen. i hope they weren't seen. it's embarrassing enough to drag screaming kids out the door. still, i can't help but wonder what i would do, or say, if i saw a 6 year old accompanied by his baby brother, gawking at me while i was trying on clothes.