Today we were leaving the childcare area the YMCA, when Scott Casimer squatted down to smile through the glass at one of the babies still inside. I was talking to a friend when he did this. . . suddenly I heard all the ladies at the front desk giggling. When I turned to look at Scott, I beheld the source of their amusement. . . Scott's "bootie crack" (as we call it) was shining for all to see. I had to put him in a larger (than what he's been wearing) size of pants today because he's recently outgrown most of his smaller pants. . . evidently he's not quite filling out the larger pants yet. Yes, he is Cas K.'s grandson! Plumber pants and all. . .
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