The Problem with Tights

Last weekend when I took Katie to her dance class, I saw that she had a very small snag in her tights. Luckily she didn't notice it during her class, or she would have been completely distracted by it. On the way home, however, I heard a noise come from the car seat that sounded very much like a discontent little girl. I had completely forgotten about the snag, but when I turned around, I saw that Katie had found the snag and pulled. The result had made Katie very unhappy.

Look what happened when I pulled the string. 

Every time I pulled, the hole got bigger. I just wanted it fixed.

Pulling and Pulling and Pulling