I was just sitting in my living room in the dark with my computer dimmed because of a migraine, and in came Mr. I, Ms. D, and a few kids. Mr. I came in saying, "Someone stole my pants at the park!" He then went into his room to get a few more things for a sleepover.
Come to find out, no one did steal his pants. He left them at a friends house. Don't ask me why he's walking around the neighborhood in his boxers and t-shirt. My brain can't even go there right now.