Monday 28 May 2012

They grow up too fast


 This morning during the whole 'Ahh! Must leave for work NOW!' madness, Bear was hollering for his shoes and I, half-paying-attention and on my way to the bedroom from a swooping run for the dryer and the sock bucket, was pointing out 'There, there, do you see them THERE' and was stopped by B's puzzled "Those aren't mine."
 
"What? Of course they're yours. I wore them yesterday when I was tromping around."
 
(I have big feet.)

Bear grabbed out another pair. "No, mine are here. See? Different colour."
 
"Well then whose are....." there was a pause before our eyes met in horrified realization.
 
Yesterday, I wore my son's shoes. All day. Comfortably.
 
Cass is TEN, and apparently going to be tall like his grandfather.
 
I am in so much trouble. I also need bigger bricks.
 

2 comments:

tut-tut said...

wait until your feet are smaller; I was given a great gift of Doc Martens that were too small for my daughter. They were a thrift shop purchase, $3.00, made in England, that she, try as she might, couldn't fit into.

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