Clown be gone

I had bought some pants in the summer time. They were decidedly the best purchase of the century! I loved them... with every waking chance from the dryer.... I would wear them.

Up until....

" Uh Momda", says the boy....."so are you going to keep wearing those pants, because I am not sure if you changed occupations over the last couple of weeks.... are you still my momda... or are you a clown woman?"

The favourite pants had somehow turned into clown pants. They are now sitting in a folded pile, fresh from the dryer.... still calling to me.

" Come here clown lady... come to me.....spppp.. over here... come put me on clown lady.".. it's quite the tempation when the label is so fitting, but the pants aren't.