We had a long day shopping for Teen's necessities for her medical missions trip. We spent longer than I wanted at the very last store, and everyone was tired and cranky. Teen and I stood at the register making our purchases and looking at the passport/ticket holders.
A little voice behind me piped up. "Momma? May I take my pants off?"
"No," I answered, without looking. The girl at the sales counter snickered, so I glanced at her and noticed the other sales rep, a guy, staring behind me with his hand over his mouth in shocked amusement.
You guessed it. She asked AFTER the fact.