A Single Daddy’s Blog

This morning Anastasia was ready a little early. We were sitting on the couch waiting for the time we needed to leave and catch the school bus.

As we were sitting there Anastasia told me about the other day when she wore the jeans she had on and how she got this nice hole on here right knee. I looked at the hole as she told me the story and I realized the story she is telling me does not match the hole.

She told me she fell the other day and slid on the ground and she ripped her jeans. The hole she has is round and frayed. Like a hole would look a few days after you used scissors to make the initial hole.

This was definitely NOT a hole from sliding. At least not the entire hole I was looking at. After me quizzing her a little she told me how the jeans were scuffed or were thinned out and then she used her fingers to open the hole.

Now that sounds like my little girl! We talked a little more about it and she told me she was worried about her Grandmother getting mad because she hemmed them and adjusted the jeans to fit her properly. I told her to not worry about Grandma. She would not get mad at her. :)

A simple lie because Anastasia figured she would get in trouble for making a rip in her pants. I told her not to worry, we have ALL done it.