So it was Caitlin and Caleb’s grandpa’s birthday dinner tonight. I wore my almost-10-years old Dockers. It’s a bit tight, but still manageable, barely, to be honest.
I also wore a ribbed polo shirt. Fitting but not tight. Quite a dressy one.
In the car I was in the backseat, with Caitlin on my lap; Hot Mummee was driving.
Caitlin feels my torso, and says, “Daddee, it feels like you have a float here…” poking at it; “Hee hee..”
Due to the conservation of mass, the Dockers was squeezing the mass up and out and over my belt; which was there only to prevent the button from popping, actually.
While I already knew of this, I know I am in real trouble now.
