To buy my Younger Son some pants.
But not just any pants.
We need pants that he will wear.
His closet and dressers are stuffed with pants that he refuses to wear due to various reasons.
They "feel" funny.
The buttons are hard to operate.
They feel "funny".
Mostly, they feel funny.
And after years of insisting that he doesn't like jeans, this year he looked at me and demanded to know where all his jeans have gone!
(Answer: you outgrew them three years ago, goofball!)
Tomorrow, he and I will go out and hit every box department store I can drive to, and he will try on every pair of pants available until he finds something he approves of.
(As long as it's reasonably priced, of course.)
And then I'll buy a pile of those.
As unfun as that sounds for a sunny Saturday, I am very much looking forward to it.
Because Younger Son and I don't seem to get much time alone to just hang out and enjoy each other's company uninterrupted.
He really likes the attention. And that's when his funny, silly side comes out.
Friday, November 10, 2006