Well, it’s happened. We went shoe-shopping for Ignatz yesterday (why, black Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars, of course. Whatever else?), and we were unable to buy them in my size, so I could have them when he outgrows them. My son, my offspring, the child of my womb, has bigger feet than I do.
I realize that this is just the first step, and a cascade of similar revelations are in store for me in the next few years, but still, I think I shall have a teeny tiny freak-out about this, if nobody minds.
Okay, I’m done. Thanks.
Song du jour of the day: for Turkey, this is Deli with Mor ve Ötesi. I like this one, but I don’t think it’ll do very well. I think it’s kind of too good for Eurovision.