Today was a crazy day for the Schubert chaufferre service. My car went everywhere but home I think. So when we ended up at Colson's practice at 5:30 tonight, I was just thankful that we arrived at the right place at the right time with all the necessary items in tote. I threw back his pants and cleats for him to change in the car and he did. Only when he got out of the car, something didn't look right. His backside was facing me and then I went around to the front. I died laughing. He was sucking his gut in and pulling the two sides of his pants together as hard as he could to button them (I'm still laughing now).
I asked him to change back into the shorts and assured him it wouldn't matter for practice. But oh no...he wanted those darn pants on. I followed a few steps behind him all the way to the field asking him if I could PLEASE take his picture (laughing all the way of course). He kept walking holding his hand up at me (imagine a talk to the hand pose) and he said "Oh no you don't. I don't want to see any of this on the internet." I should have used it as an opportunity to plug my blog because all those in ear shot might think I run some kind of child porn site. When he got to the field he stopped, slouched his shoulders down, looked down and let out a big sigh before saying "I'm so frustrated with my pants"
As you can see we had an issue in the length as well. This picture doesn't even do it justice because he had his socks pulled up as high as they could go so you can't really tell that they hit right below his knees. They looked like knickers. Didn't really seem to bother him. They were brand new pants, he ripped the tag off of them tonight, but they must have been from 3 years ago.
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