Phone calls that make you think

Cell phone rings

Me: "Hello."

Tree Monkey: "Mom. Can you bring me a pair of pants?"

Here is where you think about all the horrible traumatic things that this request could mean. I did it in just a few seconds. Go ahead. Think about them.

Me: "What happened, honey?"

TM: "Well, I was doing hands up-stands up (a dance term for doing a parial handstand and doing things with your feet and legs called funny names like banana split, soda pop, etc.) and I looked down and saw the big hole in my pants. I pulled my shirt down to cover the hole."

Here I am thinking how much embarrassment she must have endured.

Me: "I'm on my way."

So I drop of Mini-Me's shoes and socks at her school and go pick up Tree Monkey from school to go home and change.

She has her ModBod undershirt on and pulled down to her mid thigh (they're stretchy).

She shows me the holes and I sigh with relief and we laugh.

As I am taking her home she notes, "these pants are garbage."

True dat.