She’s been asking to wear my flipflops for DAYS. I will put her feet in them carefully so the toes catch on the strap, and then she will shuffle around looking pleased. For about two minutes until she gets tripped up or they fall off.
Today she decided to go even bigger. She wanted Carl’s gardening shoes. And for having feet at least ten times too small, she did pretty well!
Carl and I, still eating breakfast, just kind of looked at each other. At 5’3 I’m pretty sure Iris will be taller than me someday. I am short, and Carl is about average, but we both have tall genes in our families.
But we’d never thought about Little Man before, and it was funny to think that somebody who can’t even breathe on his own yet has a good chance of being taller than Carl someday with big, teenaged feet and lanky limbs.
I’m not saying I want them to grow up any faster.
But it is strange to think about.