Why on earth does the weather mishap just happen to coincide with my son’s growth? And if the weather could ever actually make up its mind then maybe I’d be a little less confused. Some days I wonder if I should just break down and buy him new pants, he obvioulsy needs them. But then if I buy them now they’ll probably be borderline once winter comes around again. Then there are days like Monday which I think, nope – weather is warming up, shorts time before we know it! Then comes Wednesday.
Boo I say. Boo.