No pants officially lives down the street, about halfway between our house and our nanny-sharing friends. Which means that every other week I walk to drop off and/or pick up the shorty from his friend's house.
On said walk, I typically see and am greeted by ... You guessed it... No pants.
Given that the Shorty said his first word today, "kitty" and that No Pants was part if his inspirarion- I decided No Pants needed recognition on the blaaahhog
We love you, too, No Pants.





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