My son was born in Boston, MA -- in the middle of Winter (Well, more like at the beginning of Winter -- Christmas 2003). You'd never know that from looking at him though.
We put sneakers on him tonight to take him out to dinner. The only time he's worn shoes this Summer (and possibly this Spring and Summer) have been: (1) tonight; and (2) for church. Lately, every time we put shoes on him for church he's complained that there's "something in my shoe" and wants us to take them off. The first few times we took his shoes off and couldn't find anything. It didn't take long for Michelle to catch on to what he was saying though.
So tonight again, Jared complained after I'd put his sneakers on that there was something in his shoe and he needed to take them off.
"Yes, Jared", Michelle said from across the room, "those are called socks."
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