I remember a time when I was a kid, and mom had bought me a brand new pair of jeans for school…and the first day I wore them to school, I came home with a hole in them…I had tried going over a neighbors fence and, well, I was fat, and my butt didn’t quite make it over…so I had about an inch torn in the seat of my pants. Mom was NOT happy, tho I do think she laughed on the inside imagining me trying to go over a fence. And of course, my older brother was with me, and she didn’t understand why he didn’t stop me. Who do you think was leading me around?
I remember a time when I was a kid, and mom had bought me a brand new pair of jeans for school…and the first day I wore them to school, I came home with a hole in them…I had tried going over a neighbors fence and, well, I was fat, and my butt didn’t quite make it over…so I had about an inch torn in the seat of my pants. Mom was NOT happy, tho I do think she laughed on the inside imagining me trying to go over a fence. And of course, my older brother was with me, and she didn’t understand why he didn’t stop me. Who do you think was leading me around?