You Were the Chosen Ones

Somehow, I ripped another hole in my favorite pair of pajama bottoms. The legs are too long and they have a habit of creeping under my heels, especially when I stand up. Most of the time, I manage to remember to remove said pajamas from under my heels before I stand up.

This time, I didn’t double-check, stood up, and ripped a new hole in them. Why must they be so uncooperative? Why can’t they behave?

You were supposed to be the Chosen Ones!