When Big Boy hopped off the school bus last week, I immediately noticed a quarter-size hole in his favorite shorts. I asked if he wanted me to patch them, and of course, he said yes. I'm tickled that the kids think it's no big deal that I can patch things, shorten sleeves or make them a pair of "comfy pants" (read: fleece) and let out the hem the next year when they're too short. For once, being taken for granted makes me smile.
