June 18, 2005

Suitcase Pants- Every Boy Needs Them

I took the boys shopping with my spouse for new clothes. They're growing out of everything. I took my spouse because... I hate shopping. But I hate shopping for them more. What a pain in the neck.

Anyway, Bones found a pair of camo cargo pants that he had to have. They come half way down his calves. These pants have no less than 8 pockets. Zippers, snaps, velcro, the boy is in heaven.

At dinner he shouts (as this is all he is capable of, shouting), while wearing his new pants, "Hey Mom! These are Suitcase pants! Look at all the pockets! I can fit a TON of stuff in these pants! Just like a suitcase!"

Sure enough, he was going on an outting with his father, and as I was tying his shoe, I found this little pocket near his calf... 3 inches long and 1 inch deep. That's right, shallow little pocket.

I feel it and it's full. I open it and I said "What in the heck is this?"

Bones: OH Mom. Those are pool tiles.

Me: Pool tiles?

Bones: Yeah, you know the pool we go to? Well some of the small tiles were coming off so I collected them.

Wha?!!! What is with boys and their treasures?! And why is it that when he saw this little pocket, the first thing he thought was, "Oh! I know something that will fit! Pool tiles!"

Every single pocket was full. Every one.

As he walked out of the room I hollered after him, "Don't you forget to empty those pockets before you put them in the wash!"

Yeah. Right. He'll forget, I'll forget, and next thing you know, my washer and dryer will be full of little boy treasure/crap. Great.

Posted by Boudicca at June 18, 2005 10:17 PM
Comments

Oh, that is so cute. I want a boy next. Definitely. I've had it with Barbie stuff. I want to deal with boy treasures, although I guess it's wearing thin for you now :-)

Posted by: Sally at June 19, 2005 06:36 AM

Not just little boys. I almost destroyed our washer when my Hubby left all sorts of nails in his pockets. Sigh. I can't imagine what it is going to be like as they get older.

Posted by: vw bug at June 19, 2005 06:46 AM

Love those pants but you really do have to check the pockets. Gum and chapstick have caused me a few problems.

Posted by: spurs at June 19, 2005 01:03 PM

Heh. Boy-pocket-treasure was something my mother despised. Especially since she did the laundry & had 7 sons.

She always made us empty our own pockets. Apparently we'd made her afraid of blindly putting her hand into clothing.

Don't know why... :-D

Posted by: Harvey at June 19, 2005 01:45 PM

I have that problem with boy-treasures, except it usually out of my shirts and pants.

Don't know how many screws, washers and caps I have washed because I put them in my shirt/pants at work and then forgot about them.

Posted by: Machelle at June 20, 2005 09:18 AM