Two Pairs of Pants: Ruined in One Day

I sent my son to children’s church during the first service this morning wearing a red sweater and nice khaki pants.  When I picked him up, the entire knee of his pants were missing.

Me:  Honey, what happened to your pants?

Mr. SP:  Huh?  My pants?

Me:  Sweetie, there’s a big hole in your knee.

Mr. SP:  Oh yeah.  That hole.

Me:  Well, you didn’t have that hole in your pants when you put them on, did you?  I don’t remember it.

Mr. SP:  Oh, well, see, Mama, the thing is, the hole just found me.

Me:  It found you.

Mr. SP:  Yep, it just found my pants.

We came home from church, and he changed into playing-outside-jeans, which grant you, weren’t in brand new condition, but were whole and complete.  At 5:00, I noticed another hole, the hole in the picture.  “Don’t you just love holes, Mom?”  he asks me.  Hmmm.  Boys.  They’re always sliding on the floor, the grass and asphalt,  wearing things out.  Thank goodness for the thrift store.