I think it's possible I indulged a bit too much at dinner on Saturday night. Or all winter long...either way, when I got into a cab after dinner this weekend, the button popped right off my jeans. My jeans. Jeans buttons are kind of robust. They don't really tend to pop off unless you're asking them to do something they're just not up to.
Rob laughed the whole cab ride home, while I silently cursed the tiny button, promising retaliation.
Jack is TWO!
3 years ago