While growing up, I loved it when the grown-ups had a feast and party at our house. I'd pretend to go to sleep early and then sneak into the bedroom with my sewing kit and sew up their clothes. Drunks were the funniest. Kind of like a stand up version of the old short-sheet thing.
They would fall all over each other and finally on the floor still trying to get their arms into their coats. Next came the women who suddenly realized they had eaten WAY too much or had sudden gotten pregnant!
