I was going to spare Mila from having the incident recorded for all time, but now she keeps bringing it up, so TOO BAD, KID. I most certainly didn't make her moon half of Chicago; she made a choice.
Oh, yes, she did.
It started out innocently enough. Alexis and Mila were goofing off in the hotel room. Mila was trying to run away and Alexis kept grabbing her and holding her so she would end up doing the Scooby Doo run. It was exactly as hilarious as it sounds, right up until Alexis accidentally snagged a dress and some underwear and the end result was a moon shining bright for us all to see.
No big deal.
Except, Alexis reacted. I swear she will never learn to ignore some parts of life. If she had ignored it, Mila would have quit and that would have been that. But, Grandma Alexis can't ignore a moon. She has to scoff at the inappropriateness of the moon, tattle on the moon giver, and generally express a whole lot of disbelief because LOOK AT THE MOON.
Mila LOVES inappropriateness. It's her brand. Thus, once Alexis was freaked out, Mila knew exactly what she was going to do as often as possible for hours on end.
Mooning Alexis became Mila's favorite new thing. She would not stop, no matter what, and me chiming in on the whole thing made matters worse. We were gifted to several hours of Mila randomly giving peeks at the moon while giggling her fool head off.
It wasn't my favorite thing she's done.
Eventually I managed to get both girls to stop tormenting each other and it all stopped. I thought we were done and were never going to bring it up again, but then Mila. Oh, Mila.
Tonight as we were taking a walk through the neighborhood, Mila began reminiscing. "Remember that time my butt escaped in the Big Chicago? That was so funny!" she said. LOUDLY. Just as a neighbor was approaching us.
It was THAT neighbor. The one who can't walk away from a conversation.
We're going to have to move now, aren't we? Too bad we can't move to Chicago.
