Between the shorts and the low socks lie the ankles. Hey, good looking! Oh, and the pants are so often too short. More ankles. These boys grow like a bunch of tipsy dandelions who got into the Miracle Gro. Why do I not notice their lovely ankles until we are at church? Last week, David's choice of white socks to wear between his dark pants and black shoes didn't help to camouflage the ankle situation.
Eddie just brought me a crop of nice jeans that had somehow shrunk. We used to call them "floods," or "high waters," thinking they would be useful to wear when splashing so you wouldn't get your clothes very wet. Chris's socks and ankles are getting a bit too much airtime, as well.
Until then, we're ready for the flood.