High Fashion for Moms

Absentmindedly, I fiddled with the rolled cuff of my jeans.

"Gosh, these jeans are long," I thought to myself, "I really need to hem them."

I paused. My fingers felt something small and mushy. Something small, mushy and disgusting was trapped in the cuff of my jeans. I pulled my foot forward to investigate.

A wet, partially-chewed cheerio fell from the leg of my pants. (A tasty remnant of the kids' breakfast.)

Yum. I always enjoy carrying soggy cereal bits in the cuff of my jeans. They're nice fashion accessories.

This afternoon I pulled out the sewing machine and hemmed my pants.