Thursday, the kid and I went for a walk. On the way back, he was complaining that his toes were rubbing in the end of his shoes - shoes we just bought a couple of months ago.
Friday his dad was going to take him someplace, and I pulled out a pair of running shoes I bought for myself last fall and hardly wore.
They fit the kid perfectly.
Yesterday morning it was cold out. The floors were chilly. I pulled a pair of handknit woolly socks out of my drawer.
Hmmmm . . .
And suddenly the child is ten, and he can wear my socks.