Did you ever have an article of clothing that you just couldn’t give up on….that pair of jeans that you wanted to nurse through just one more season? My seventeen-year-old son has put this scenario on steroids.
I am now sitting backstage at our annual Youth for Christ trip to Wildwood NJ and Austyn is wearing the pants this week that most think should have been burned a year ago. There is very little of the “pants” left….it is mostly patches of fabric and leather held together by dental floss. Yup, dental floss that is sturdier than the pants. I often wondered why my supply ran out so fast.
Whenever they get washed (rarely) they are put on the gentlest cycle and air dried. If they get wet and we cannot tolerate another washing they are laid out on the driveway on a sunny day….only to be run over or rained on again….all happening just last week!
Then the unthinkable occured….the pants came up missing! Oh, alas and heartbreak! What could have been their fate? Actually, I helped a friend sneak off with them for a “surprise.” Nobody knew what would ensue, but we arrived at the beach and Becca had made a near perfect facsimile for her petite frame and fooled me as well as everyone else making it look like she just put on his pair of pants. The twist was that her five-foot-nothing presence just didn’t jive with Austyn’s six-foot-plus stature.
The Wunk’s pants have now attained legendary status. Everyone knows about them and their legacy will continue to be played out for who knows how long….decades if Austyn has anything to say about it.
