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My son told me he needed some new clothes as his jeans were getting holes in them. No problem, I thought. So off we headed to Aeropastal. I was fine. I really was. Until we checked out.

I was waiting at the cash register trying to hold our place in a line that stretched as far as the eye could see. Kids were ladened with as many clothes as they could carry.

I caught sight of my son and waved him over. He looked slightly irritated, his muscles flexing as he heaved the mounds of jeans up onto the counter top. At that point.....I was still fine....I really was.

Until.....I noticed the jeans. They had holes in them.

"Son", I said, "Are these your old jeans?"

He looked at me with perplexity across his face..."No, mom...Why do you ask?"

"There are holes in these jeans." I said slightly puzzled.

"Yeah." He said as if I should know better.

"Well, didn't we come here to buy new jeans because the OLD ones had holes in them?"

"Yeah." He said.

"Well, if we are going to buy jeans with holes in them, why can't you just wear the ones you already have?" I asked because it made perfect sense to me.

"Because"....he paused as if trying to get the point across to someone who was either stupid or just out of touch, "The old jeans have holes but they aren't supoosed to. The new jeans have holes but they ARE supposed to."

It was then that I thought my head would explode if I didn't get out of there. I just handed the girl checking us out my credit card...she smiled...but it was a smile like someone who had been taken over by the body snatchers...she wasn't human any more..because no one in their right mind could understand the conversation I just had with my son....but she did.......