No Socks

My girl, my girl.

My four-year old is going through some kind of stage where she prefers not to wear socks.

The lack of socks kind of takes away from the cuteness of the shoes, huh?

When I took the kids on a hike the other day, (doesn't that make me sound like hiking with my children is a regular thing -- well, it isn't. It has been on my bucket list for something like years now), I commended her for getting ready so quickly. Then, while hiking, I realized how she had been so speedy. She didn't take the time to find and put on socks.

Lime Kiln Trail - cool name huh, say it again just for fun

 I am reminded of long ago when my family was in St. George for Thanksgiving. I must have been 12 or so and some of us were going to go on a walk around the neighborhood. Uncle Mac put on his shoes without socks. It struck me as being so strange - which is probably why I can still recall the visual image. My dad and his brothers all wear the same type of shoes - plain, dark loafers. Wouldn't putting your bare foot in a close-toed shoe feel slimy and scratchy?

That said, I hardly ever saw my dad's bare foot. He puts his shoes on first thing in the morning and wears them the entire day, except when he needs to change into his big work/hunting boots. He used to sing a song to us with his sock dangling from his big foot. One of my sisters can happily put that in as a comment :-).

I hope, as you are reading this, that your bare foot isn't nesting in a shoe. . .