I know how it started.

We were all in the living room. Alexis was pretending that I was a jungle gym as I sat on the couch trying to edit a few photos. Mr. Husband was sitting on the floor working on his fitness. Some how, some way, Alexis managed to step on the bottom of her elastic-waisted pajamas.

And it happened.

Her pants slipped south of the border.

Mr. Husband glanced up just in time to see a full moon. And laughed.

"I see the moon!" he laughingly said.

Alexis was a little confused at first, but then quickly figured out that Mr. Husband was laughing at the fact that her booty was hanging out of her pants. I helped her pull them back up, all the while Mr. Husband giggled like a five-year old girl.

He was still giggling a few seconds later when Alexis decided to use my left arm as a trampoline and managed to dislodge her cheeks from the cave once again. This time Alexis shouted, "MY MOON IS OUT!" so she could be very sure that Mr. Husband would laugh harder.

He's a man. Of course he laughed harder.

And thus began Alexis' undying need to moon people for laughs.

I know how it started.

And I'll be sure to remind Mr. Husband that it's all HIS fault when she's still doing it in high school.