Why Does My Son Have a Tail?

That’s the question I asked out loud as I looked at something hanging out from the back of Kellen’s shirt. That something was the drawstring of his miniature sweatpants. I guess after a diaper change I flipped the pants (or the kid) when putting the pieces back together. I then remembered earlier in the morning when I tried to slip my hands into the pockets of my athletic pants and found them to be awry. That was the first moment of today that I realized I had put a pair of pants on backwards…Kellen’s tail was the second.