Mrs Lookout just called me to tell me what our lovely son just did. She stopped at the bank on her way to his babysitter's house. They go to this same bank nearly everyday to drop off my wife's business deposits. Everybody there knows her and my son, in fact, most of them are her clients.
While she was at the counter for her transaction my son, who is 4 was doing what all bored 4 years will do - being antsy, sitting down, crawling on the floor. He was being relatively harmless and my wife was preoccupied so she didn't notice him lift up the edge of her skirt and look underneath. here would be a good time to point out that my wife generally goes commando - a fact that apparently didn't escape Little Lookout's notice today.
LL: (loudly) are you wearing undies?
Mrs: *swatting him away* Yes, stop it!
LL: (louder) Mom you aren't wearing UNDIES!
Mrs: *swatting him again* OK, be quiet.
LL: (Very loudly) Mom, why aren't you wearing any undies? I can see where you pee!!! does dad know you aren't wearing undies?
The Clerk: did you forget something today Mrs Lookout?
The rest of the Tellers and Clients in Bank:
Let's go Little Lookout.