Dress-Up Diva & The Dog

Today I have a MOMS Club board meeting at our president's house.  The moms on the board meet to discuss club business while our kids play quietly (or not so quietly as the case usually is) nearby.

Luckily Em has preschool. 

Em has a way of finding trouble (as some of you know from the Smurfberry incident) when she is out of my sight for more than two minutes. 

Over the summer when I got on the local MOMS Club board and we had our first meeting at the president's house, my daughter played with the other kids in the basement playroom.  Towards the end of the meeting as we gathered up our things and made our way to the hallway to put the kids' shoes back on, Em had disappeared into their living room.

There is nothing my daughter likes to do better than play dress-up.  The president of our club only has a boy so there were no dress-up clothes in their house or so I thought.

They do have a dog.  A cute little thing named Tink who apparently likes dress-up as much as my daughter since she has a selection of dress-up clothes reserved just for her which my daughter found. 

Out pranced my child from their living room wearing nothing but her underwear and one of the dog's Christmas outfits barely closed on her skinny little frame, not even covering her butt and looking pretty ridiculous.

She was quite proud of herself-my little dress-up diva.

My jaw dropped and I swear I blushed every shade of pink and red imaginable.  And then I lost it-with laughter.  I couldn't help it.  Nor could the other moms who thankfully had good senses of humor. Unfortunately, there was no picture, only the one I snapped in my mind to save as a memory of the funny things our kids do when they are out of our sight for two minutes and because my main goal was to get my daughter back into her own clothes as quickly as possible.

I believe Tink was outside at the time so she was unaware that someone had slipped into her doggy armoire and "borrowed" her clothing. 

I quickly got my daughter back into her own clothes explaining why she couldn't wear Tink's clothes, apologized to the mom who hosted the meeting (who thought the whole thing was hysterical), and with relief made my way home.

We still talk about that incident almost a year later. Every time I pull up in front of this mom's house, it is the first memory that comes to the forefront of my mind.

Have your children ever done something embarrassing at someone else's house?