The past few months I've had a favorite pair of skinny jeans. They fit perfectly: not too much stretch or too little flexibility, and went with everything because of their dark indigo color. And, well, I wore them almost every day.
The jeans stayed in good shape until Lincoln and I began playing "lion," a game which incorporates hide-and-seek with tag (and tickle). Since I am usually the lion, I chase Lincoln on all fours. We take authenticity very seriously while impersonating an animal (we even take turns wearing this hat while playing).
I couldn't throw them away because they'd fit so perfectly...maybe the "just-kneeled-in-white-paint" look would come around? And, in moments of the "I'm-not-good-enough" parental self-deprecation, it was physical proof that I do try! So they've sat in my closet for the last month, until I decided to turn my frown upside down and make them into shorts! I cut them a little above my knee so I could adjust their length depending on my outfit, then cuffed them, and, bam. New summer shorts, just as favored as they were in their previous life as pants.