So, yesterday, I decided to pack up the kids and head to the local children's museum.  We have a membership, Marley can roam freely and it gets us out.  Mind you, the process of getting out of the house these days drives me completely batty, but we have to leave once in awhile.  Hermit, much?  Yes.

I got Marley & Beckett dressed, turned on the TV in our room, showered as fast as I could, and after 45 minutes of collecting supplies, putting on outerwear, taking off outerwear and putting it on again, and putting Beckett's pacifier back in so he'd stop protesting his car seat, we were off.

We got to the children's museum, took off our coats and started to play.  An important detail to the story:  Marley was wearing an A-line dress/shirt with leggings.

After about 20 minutes of playing, I noticed that her midsection was looking a bit puffy and I saw a tiny piece of non-matching fabric peeking out.  Upon closer inspection, I realized that she had 3 pairs of MY UNDERWEAR around her waist.  She's done this once before- gets into my underwear drawer and puts on as many pairs as she can, stepping through one leg hole and pulling them up over her pants.

Thankfully, the museum was fairly empty and I stealthily yanked them off of her and shoved them in the diaper bag.  I have no doubt that she was pretty proud of herself for smuggling her fancy accessories out of the house.

I'm sure this is just the first of the many times that my kids are going to embarrass me- toddlers are so weird.