My husband was walking up the steps ahead of me. We had eaten supper and he was carrying his dessert and tea upstairs to drink while he watched the news.
Unfortunately, he didn't bother to hitch up his pants before he started up the stairs and with every step he took, his pants inched down.
I could NOT resist.
I yelled, "There's going to be a full moon tonight!" and gave him pants a good yank.