The saga of the socks continues

I recently took R-boy to Target to get some new socks. I knew what brand we needed to get but I made the mistake of letting him pick out what style he wanted. He chose a very thick, ankle-length sock. As soon as we got them home, he decided he hated them. Maybe they are too thick. Maybe the ankle-length bothers him. He prefers something that goes mid-calf and he will wear them that high even when he is wearing shorts. I'm sure when he's older he'll be wearing light blue bermuda shorts and black mid-calf length socks. Ugh, it's a mother's worst nightmare. One of them, anyway.

R-boy also has this tendency to "accidently" rip holes in every article of clothing he owns. Even his socks. I'm not sure how this happens. I suppose it's a boy thing.

The point is, he still doesn't have very many pairs of socks that he will wear. And every morning it's the same thing. He can't find any socks. This morning he came downstairs holding one black sock. He couldn't find the match (probably because it was thrown away with a hole in it). There was another unmatched sock lying on the stairs, a green one. He picked it up and asked if he could wear that one. I told him I would rather he wear no socks than mismatched socks. That was my second mistake.

I dropped the kids off at school and as they walked up the sidewalk toward their classrooms, I noticed that R-boy was wearing the one calf-length black sock. The other foot was sockless. And, of course, he was wearing shorts. At least they weren't bermudas.