Progress. It's happening to all of us! Even Kevin.

A comment on this post led to the back story on a piece of the most delightful news I have ever gotten.

Kevin stopped wearing pleated pants. And here's why.

I remember the first time I met Kevin in person. I even blogged about it, for prosperity's sake. It was at Jason's birthday party, and I believe that our very first conversation involved me berating him for his choice in slacks. Mainly, his choice in pleated dress pants. This resulted in years of handy abuse material for me whenever he got out of line with his comments on here, Facebook, or Twitter. All I had to do was say, "Pleated pants" and his place? Right back in it. 

But now that time is over. And rather than be sad...I'm so, so happy. Our little boy is growing up, everybody! The boy who wore pleated pants is now a well-dressed man.

Congratulations, Kevin! Your pleatless pants are now a clear, smooth-silhouetted window to your soul.

Or something.

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