Other Milestones

The Boy needed socks.  I knew he'd graduated into adult sizes but in the shoe store you just mosey one aisle over & it's no big deal, right?  But I stood next to the superhero underwear, confused, wondering what was wrong with Target's inventory management that I couldn't find the right size.  The men's section?  That couldn't be right, could it?  The men's section is in a completely different part of the store, separated from the children by rows of electronics & camping gear.  I found his socks there, next to boxer shorts wrapped in pictures of grown men with beards & chest hair, then floated around the rest of the store clutching those white crews to my chest like the baby I swear I was holding only yesterday. 

Almost grown.