Funny how easy it is to get out of the posting habit once you miss a day or two.

I am seriously concerned tonight.  We just went shoe shopping for the boys.  Connor needed new shoes and Aric was just along for the ride, but being that he seems to have inherited his mother's shoe whore gene, he got a pair as well. 

Anyway, I'm in the young men's aisle helping Aric pick out a pair while Connor went off on his own.  The aisles are laid out according to size and the back wall ended in a men's 10 and continued down the next wall to the bigger sizes.  I thought Connor was in a 10, so when he disappeared around the corner, I was unsure about what he was doing, exactly.  After helping Aric, I went to find Connor - and found him at the very end of that last aisle trying on shoes.  I looked up at the sizes and saw 12 and 13 on the wall.  Hmmm.

"Connor, what are you doing down here?"

"Trying on shoes.  Duh."  Okay, he didn't say "Duh.", but it was implied.  Believe me.

He says, "I think I need a 13 in these, I tried on the 12 but they were too tight."

"Uh... wah????"

I watched in complete disbelief as he tried on the 13's, immediately bending down to check his toe position.   Damn! They fit!  Then I quickly looked up at the wall.  Oh no.  13 is the last size at this store. 

What in the world are we going to do?  Connor is 10 years old.  And he's in a men's size 13 shoe.  What size is he going to end up in?  38?? I am trying not to think too much about it, because I can't change it anyway... but I am seriously hoping I don't end up with some 7 foot giant on my hands. 

Also, he has started to hit puberty, I think.  He absolutely has to have a daily shower or he risks offending everyone within a 5 foot radius. 

Who the hell said my kids could grow up so fast? And so big?