This afternoon's interchange on our walk:
(two older women coming the opposite way)
- "Look at the beautiful baby!!"
(they stop to ooh and ahh over Stephen.)
One says to the other, concerned:
-"He doesn't have any socks on."
(Women reaches down and touches Stephen's toes.)
-"Oh dear, his feet are chilly. You should really put some socks on him."
(They sigh.)
-"Oh well, he'll live."
(They keep walking.)
I might add, it's pushing 80 degrees here. Sunny, warm, beautiful, I was breaking a sweat in my T-shirt. Too bad that my son was in danger of freezing to death. :)
Socks on Stephen are like ice cream in our freezer--gone before you can look twice. When it is at all chilly, I do bundle his toes. Just not on gorgeous, sunny days.
And so, my enduring question of the day is,
"Why are people SO concerned with socks on a baby?"
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