No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service

Luckily pants are optional.  Eliza went through (or should I say "wet through") all the extra pants I keep in my purse.  If I was nicer (or if she was my first) I would have gone home to get some, or bought some at the store, or something else that would take time and complicate things.  Since she's my second, she got to go grocery shopping in her underpants.  I think she pulled it off nicely.

On a related note, I am becoming an expert at ignoring the odd looks I get, as well as the tender glances, full of pity, sent my children's way.