Wednesday, August 24, 2011

First World Problems

We were at the go-get-your-shoes-and-socks-on point of the morning. Declan emerged from their bedroom with his trademark scowl, brimming with at-ti-tude.

Declan: You know what's really getting old?
Me: What?
Declan: THESE!

"THESE!" was a pair of white socks.

Apparently the drawer-full of white socks was enough to push him over the edge. He wants something with color. I just want easy street when folding laundry.

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