Yesterday morning Tristan asked me before he left for work how his pants looked. They were a new pair he got from his parents at Christmas and had not yet worn (don't ask me why). They are really handsome, but aren't the typical slacks material, so he wanted to make sure they didn't look casual. When we get home from work yesterday and I asked him how his pants worked out for him, he exclaimed right away, "They were good, but why didn't you tell me it still had the sticker on them?" Obviously the answer was that I hadn't even noticed, and apparently neither did he, because as he stepped out of the elevator followed by his boss that morning, he heard, "Hey Tristan, you have a new-pants sticker on your butt." hahah. After the comment set in and he leaned back to peel it off, he replied, "Thanks! They're new!" hahaha. Right on the butt and down his entire right thigh was the "32/32 32/32 32/32 32/32" sticker, all the way down. Man, was I dying when he told me the story, imagining all the people he must have passed who could have noticed... walking to the subway, standing in the crowded train, and walking all the way to work... hahaha. I love it. It's something I would have done.