Growing Up Is Hard For All

Weatherman says there's a cold front coming.      I can't remember the last time we bought coats for my sons.

We went through the closet and oh goodness. It's been a couple of years. The growth spurt years. And as one of them said as he struggled out of too short sleeves, "These colors are awfully bright for me."

So we made our way to the store. To the men's department. Somehow they're wearing men's clothes. And given that they're within an inch of their parents' heights, it's possible that the coats we bought tonight might fit them when they are fully grown.

That's a lot to process.

So we needed ice cream. (Or, at least, I did. And it would have been rude to make my young men wait in the car.)