A mystery for the ages. My son's pant habits. And totally bloggable, because I find it more fascinating than my futile attempt to sew a perfect quilt block.
Off topic bits: My surgery is still happening next Wednesday. In an email to my BFF KS, I likened rectocele surgery to a medieval torture for misbehaving whores. Oh. And my doctor, during my pre-op physical, joked that pelvic organ prolapse is one of those things they don't tell you about before you have kids. I reminded her that she was my OB, and she is the "they" she is referring to.