Zounds! My first attempt at pregnant pick-pocketing was deftly deflected by the shirt. It turned out that Colin had stashed his loot in one of several secret zippered pockets. Major bummer.
Ok, so I couldn’t break into the shirt. But maybe my thieving pregnant self could still snag some dollars from Colin’s pants? I wanted to buy pickles.
The pants triumphed! I was conquered. I collapsed in an exhausted heap on the floor of the ice cream store (where we were awkwardly disturbing the peace to photograph this escapade). Colin became extremely smug and rubbed his fancy pants with pride: the pride that only comes from outsmarting a pregnant thief.
When our baby is born (supposedly in 1.5 weeks!) will he be ashamed knowing he was part of an attempted robbery? Thank you, pick-pocket proof clothes, for saving our son’s reputation by keeping the loot safe!
Colin’s awesome Clothing Arts outfit was generously donated, but all opinions and ridiculous staged photo concepts are my own.