For weeks Daniel has been informing me I’m buying him the wrong socks. At first I just rolled my eyes since this kid seriously doesn’t care what he wears as long as it’s comfortable. But then I looked around and knee high brightly colored socks are the thing at his elementary school. So this morning I had my first experience as a mom walking into a store and asking for something I knew nothing about…I felt very uncool and very much a mom. The guy who helped me was super nice and we went through the hundreds of socks to find something in his size. I could only find 2 pairs which was fine since I realize at checkout how expensive they are! These will not end up under the deck or in the mud pit like all his other socks. It’s funny, it feels like a right of passage that Daniel is starting to want to define his own image. I’m sure my mom can relate. I remember when I moved from the little girl to the big girl department and I could finally get that pair of Guess Jeans with the zipper at the ankle. Fingers crossed that I picked out some good colors.