Therefore for Exhibits A, B & C I give you: Exploding Pants.
And do check the size of those feet, which are no cost longer effective to house in Clarks school shoes at the moment.
The Detonator and Some of His Victims
These are the only three pairs I can get my hands on right now, they all happen to be pyjama pants that I am pretending to get to with the sewing basket. We’ve recently lost at least 2 more pairs of pyjama pants (one more exploded than even makes sense; the arse was blown clear out), plus the typical school pants torn at the knees, which have been turned into shorts.
What is going on here? In most cases, pyjama pants cannot last the distance their upper body counterparts do- (but to their shame they cannot conceal a navel as long as would be considerate).
Has he been sliding down banisters?
No, we have none.
Is it killer gas, has he been lighting farts?
No, he does not have access to a lighter and has actually never learnt this typically age-appropriate party trick to my knowledge.
Twitchboy is an early adolescent. Could his early man jewels have developed such density, succumbed to a level of gravity for which none of us, especially the flannos, were prepared?
I don’t know and I don’t really have the answer, but in the meantime can someone please tell me if there’s such a thing as Hard Yakka or Stubbies work-tough, anti-split, flanno jimmy-jam bottoms? I can only pretend that I’m going to mend this growing pile for so long.
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Update, 12/04/12: One more victim. I threw these ones out before anyone could consider asking me to repair them, including myself. I should have taken a photo, but instead, I will give you just the top half, yet another widowed pyjama top. 
