They Couldn't Have

It's inevitable. I've cajoled one leg of my son's pants onto his wriggling body, and am triumphantly pulling his foot through the second leg, silently woohoo-ing and giving myself high fives in my head, when all of a sudden, he pulls the first leg out. Unapologetically, nay, gleefully, he kicks it out, asserting one leg's worth of independence. Every. Freaking. Time. And so, on goes the third leg.

I'm thinking that whoever invented pants for babies didn't actually have babies...