Pee-Baby and I flew into Utah last week.
My mom picked us up at the airport.
When we pulled into the driveway, one of my cool sisters, Rachel, came to the door to meet us.
I decided to reward her with a ceremonial Barlocker-family sister-flashing.
That's how we roll. We don't hug, we expose ourselves.
I lifted up my shirt to offend her with my pregnant stomach and awesome pregnancy boobs.
Of course I made an angry face and did a cute tap-dance.
Then my Dad walked by.
Um....... I wanted to kill myself.
I have never put my boobs away faster.
I don't think he saw anything, or at least he pretended not too. Thank goodness.
My dad is usually not amused by my shenanigans.
I think from now on I will avoid flashing my sisters on the driveway.