I used to always feel sorry for those kids I would see with high-water pants. I would think "can't their mama just get them pants that fit??". It borders on abuse. And now I have more compassion for kids who have mama's like me...and make them just wear the clothes because the seasons are about to change and they refuse to buy them new pants. They will grow out of them before the next cold snap anyway.
Agent P came into my room one day ready to leave...in a pair of Monkeys pants (I wonder which kid put away laundry that week??). Agent P is thinner than Monkey, so he didn't really notice they didn't actually fit at the bottom of his legs...even though I could see half of his shin. He looked down after I mentioned those may not be his pants and decided that maybe, just maybe they weren't his. Glad I noticed this before leaving the house. I have been known to be oblivious to what they wear.
Then A-Dog put on his baseball cleats - that we just bought in Fall. They fit in November. They were big in fact. For his birthday a friend gave him a new pair of cleats. I know, it's a very odd gift...they were on sale and I had him pick us up a pair. Long story short, it coincided with A-Dog's birthday, so he just gave them to him. I figured that in about a year or so, they might fit. They were a size and a half bigger than the cleats he was wearing. I almost felt really bad that someone wasted money on him like that.
They fit. Barely. Unbelievable.
Have I mentioned how expensive shoes get as kids get bigger?
I bought the 3 little people new shoes a couple weeks ago - it was sad when I realized that the total of all 3 pairs was about what I spent on A-Dog's last pair of shoes.
I may have to break into his college fund just to keep shoes on the kid.
I am grateful that he wears shorts 98% of the year and owns only 3 pairs of pants. Clothes last longer that way.
And he doesn't have to
But the other 3...
I have no guarantees that they won't embarrass me. With their clothes. Or behavior. :)
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