The morning was going so well. I grabbed my socks and shimmied them on.

One problem, they didn’t quite shimmy. They didn’t quite fit. “Tight” was a good word to describe them. Actually, “someone else’s socks” were probably the best three words to describe them.

Sorry, boys, I guess it was just time for your socks to grow up. Ready or not.

Left mine, right theirs. You can see why I’d be confused.

Even unfurled, they still look pretty much the same, but my feet know. No doubt.