holy and hole-y

YaYa dressed in record time this morning.  Perhaps it was the fact that his school day would have a Mardi Gras festival followed by Valentine’s Day parties.  Perhaps it was the fact that it was a day for free dress (bottoms) with either pink, red, or white (tops) instead of the usual Catholic School uniform.  The why didn’t much matter to me; I was just happy to have a day off from hounding.

It also afforded us another trip to Peet’s.  There was only one problem…

There is holy, and then there is hole-y.  It wasn’t until we were in line that I took a good enough look at YaYa’s pants noting that they were the latter.  His pants were so, in fact, that his entire left knee was exposed. *sigh*

Of course we had to go home to change, less I get to work only to be called back to bring him a decent pair of pants.  These pants have a habit of coming out at times like this.  They’ve been in the pews many of times.  Perhaps that is how the knee hole got so large.  I don’t know.  And I couldn’t help but laugh at YaYa for not considering the dress code and, more so, myself for not noticing until we were basically at the school.