Ski Pants

Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny. Outside Kayla’s window, the sun sparkled on the newly fallen snow. She jumped out of bed and reached for her clothes. Today was the first day to go skiing.

“Kayla, are you awake in there?” called her father.

She started to giggle. “That’s a foolish question. Of course, I’m awake! I have no intention of sleeping in today!”

As Kayla came down to breakfast, her father was sitting at the table doing his morning crossword puzzle. Her mom was spreading strawberry jam on her toast, and her brother was stuffing doughnuts into his mouth until his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

“Hey, leave some for me!” she screeched as she entered the kitchen.

Dad looked up. “My goodness. It looks as if you have outgrown your ski pants. They’re a few inches too short on you.”

“They’ll be just fine,” muttered Kayla as she reached across the table to grab the last chocolate donut.

Rrrrrip! Everyone looked up in surprise. Kayla’s pants had split right down the seams from top to bottom.

“Looks like we need to head to the store before we head to the slopes,” whispered Mom with a grin.

Even Kayla had to let out a giggle. “Guess you’re right. I guess I have grown.”