I made Pierce a pair of suspenders. The poor boy loses his pants all the time. (Or is it the rest of us that are poor? The sight of his crack has been seen by many an innocent bystander.) First, I searched for pants in a slim fitting size for him. Apparently he stands alone with this problem, because while I found many pants for the heftier child, slims remain an enigma in a 4T. So… I fixed it. I thought. With a few minutes on my sewing machine, I solved the problem. He was a happy boy. He even kept them up while jumping on the trampoline. This makes momma happy.
I didn’t see his emerging backside even once after that. Yesterday. Today, I found him like this:
Fail. The boy beat me at my own game. I’m not even quite sure how. He assures me, however, that they are still helping like this. I think it’s just that he has the one pair of 4T slim pants known to mankind on… and these pants are the ones that assure me that, despite my failings in finding more, they do exist… in thrift stores in South Dakota.