Yoga Pants

At the airport today, my daughter met her group travelling to China.

"Where is your passport", I asked.

It is here, she motioned, patting the waist band of her pocket-less yoga pants.

Visions of air-plane toilet unit with documents plunging into the blue liquid, flood my mind - or worse, public Chinese restroom with hole to nowhere in the floor.

Please daughter, use your backpack.