proof that beloved Pants may indeed survive this most recent trauma.

had Pants for Awhile. one day while frolicking carefree, the entire right side of the pocket displayed before you ripped to expose my Pasty rear. some mourned, sure that Pants wouldn't make it through the night. doctors wore their patented Concerned Faces in front of relatives, then laughed it over with each other on their smoke breaks. but then the kid did something no one thought possible: she actually sewed something. Pants is worth the inevitable bloody fingers that the characteristically Not Nimble kid jabs a needle into whenever Sewing takes place.

i love you, Pants.

those of you wishing to point out the other potentially hazardous hole on the left side of Pants' pocket, suck it. there's only so much one kid can do. i mean, it's just a pair of stupid Pants.

i love you, Pants.