Thrift Store Elations and Deflations

Mitch is being potty trained..........which means, buying more Lysol, more toilet paper, and buying more patience (if only!!!!!). Not wanting to spend more money on diapers, I found and bought training pants at the thrift store. (YES!!!!) As I happily started putting my new bargain on Mitchy, something was amiss........and it sure didn't get passed him, literally. As I was pulling them up, he responds, "I stuck.... I stuck!" The training pants wouldn't go passed his thighs? No, this couldn't be! HOW could he be too big for myyyyyy bargain?!!?!!?! Impossible. Preposterous! So off they came. Pulling, stretching, and yes, even sounds of, heh, r-ripping.......(coupled with sounds of sighing). Needless to say, my"bargain" will have to "do storage" 'til Claire is ready to be potty trained. Hopefully I'll remember what a great deal they were then to totally enjoy the savings, saved.