Layton got soaking wet at the farm the other weekend. He insisted on seeing the creek, and then he jumped right in. Shoes...Slacks...And All. We had gone out in the Jeep, so I didn't have a change of clothes for him. There is almost always a change of clothes for everyone in the back of the Vovlo.
The only thing we could find to put him in were some 1982 shorty shorts that probably belonged to my brother-in-law way back in the day. They even had straps on them like lederhosen. We tied the straps around his waist. It was hysterical!