The First Clothing Casualty

This is a great time of the year.  The girls are back in school, with new socks, pants, shirts, etc.  All their drawers are stuffed and their hangers full. 
From this point on it only goes downhill.  Usually it's a shirt that goes first.  Something ends up as a permanent stain in a place we cannot hide.  This year it was a pair of grey pants.
It is hard to understand exactly how the blond twin ended up crying on an asphalt driveway, but there she was on the walk home today.  She managed to skin her knee and rip her pants in one quick movement.  She shrieked and moaned until I finally sat on the ground holding her.  This didn't work to her advantage as I did point out that for all the noise, there were no tears.
She did manage to work it with her sister, of course.  Within moments the brunette twin was carrying her sister's backpack and lunchbox.  A few steps later the blond twin had her arm around her sister with her head on her shoulder.  The blond twin was leaning on her sister as if it was too painful to put her leg on the ground.  Seriously, she was working it.  The blond twin had so little blood on her scrapped knee that it didn't even show up on her light grey pants. 
We had to call Daddy to tell him about the traumatic event that took place.  I tried not to laugh as I talked to him, but I was only partly successful.  We went another block or two before the brunette twin summed up the whole event in a few words, "Well, at least she didn't chip her front teeth."