Who's wearing my pants?

The other evening as we were getting ready for dinner, Clayton came walking into the kitchen with his hands on his back pockets and he said, "Hey, these aren't my pants!"  I looked at the pockets to see who's pants he was wearing and they were mine.  The ones with the bedazzaling on the back pockets.  He had worn them to school.  Of course it was my fault for putting them on his pile and what should I expect when he has to get dressed at 6:00 in the morning.  I laughed all the way through dinner and the whole rest of the evening.  I told him that I was glad that I had someone in the house that I could share clothes with now that all of the girls are gone.  At least he had worn a long t-shirt with the jeans, it covered the back pocket.  And they were my skinny jeans, so they didn't look overly big on him.  He did have to wear a belt and roll them up on the bottom.   Ohhhhh, it was the funniest thing ever.  I am still laughing.