I get a call today from the teachers. My eldest needed a new pair of pants; his had acquired a ‘hole.’ So I grumble and go over there, because he probably just had ripped the knee out, or something… but no. This was a full-bore gaping tear that looked for all the world like somebody had thrown an Acid Bolt spell at my boy, but the kid barely rolled well enough to avoid damage – so the GM ruled that his pants at least were now toast. I wish that I had thought to take a picture.
Note: I do not object, per se, to my kids’ school leveling them up. I just wish they had told me first. Aside from everything else, they’re both being home-schooled in rogue classes.