If you know my kids, you know that my two boys don't look anything like me. There's still hope for Nora to look like Mommy, but Sam and Cooper have decided to look like Daddy. However, they have inherited some things from me...
....one of them is a love for being barefoot. All spring and summer, and most of fall, me and my boys are barefoot if we are inside (and outside too, if it's warm enough). My husband hates this. He always has socks on, and refuses to go outside barefoot. Ever.
Now that it's getting colder, I have finally given in and started wearing socks to work. My boys, on the other hand, have been adamantly refusing the idea of socks every morning, and I have chosen to give in and let them wear shoes without socks (another thing my husband hates...because it is so hard to get their shoes on without socks!)
Until today. As we are getting ready to go trick-or-treating in a couple hours, I tell Sam that he absolutely has to wear socks under his costume, otherwise he will get too cold and will have to go home. As I say the words, I brace myself for the whining that is to come.
But...no whining. As I go to his room and grab a pair of white socks to put on him, I brace myself yet again for the whining and fit throwing. But, as I hold his foot and pull the sock over it, not a sound. He stands up, slides around on the carpet, and smiles.
"Mommy," he exclaims, "you were right! these socks are really comfortable! and warm! i'm going to wear socks every day now!"
I'm still in shock that this happened. Happy, but in shock. And I just had to put it on the blog...one, so that you all could get a good laugh. And two, so that I have proof that my son did, at one time, say the words "Mommy, you were right!"
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