Swiftly Fly the Years

I just got back from buying eldest new shoes. His last pair, purchased in early July, had toes inexplicably poking out the front. As those shoes were the last size available before shopping in the straight up men's section, you can see the issue. (I mean please, he's 10!)

I should have suspected this nonsense was coming when, last week, he needed socks and was able to wear a pair of his dad's without trouble. Dad now being only three sizes up in foot land.

Youngest isn't seeming to get the "Whoa there, sparky" memo about growth either. He just moved into clothes that his brother (you know the one four years older?) wore last winter.

Crazy. Town.

Also, please stop it.

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