It's all in your perspective.

A foggy grey morning today; I've backed my car up the driveway and Hannah has hopped in -- school is on my way to work. She looked down and pronounced, "Crap... there's a run in my stocking!"

"Could be worse," I replied, which only evoked a glum look.

"It's better than having to say, 'Run, there's a crap in my stocking'."

Maybe she will think it's funny later.