Eddie has this pair of pajama pants. They're ridiculous. He's had them since college. They're bright blue and have the Dr. Pepper emblem all over them. But, like a broke-in pair of jeans or your favorite comfy sweatshirt, they are his favorite. Unfortunately, one day they ripped from the very bottom, all the way up above the knee. And not a straight tear either, zig-zagged the entire length. When Eddie saw what happened, he was crestfallen. He held them out to me with hopeful eyes and said, "Do you think you can sew it?" Now, I'm a compassionate person. I'm not however, a seamstress. I don't own a sewing machine and the thought of mending the pants by hand, stitch by stitch, made me cringe. I thought this would be a good opportunity to say goodbye to the threadbare, Dr. Pepper pajama pants. So I put them in the garbage and broke the news to Eddie, hoping we could begin the healing process. But Eddie couldn't let them go. The next thing I knew,