Welcome to the Jungle, Baby M

There's a new student in Waddler B. M, a delicious young munchkin, aged twelve months. And yes, dammit, you're required to list your child's age in weeks until the child is three months old, then in months until the child is two. After that, you just beg other people to take the child away so you can have a shot of tequila already.

M. is adorable.  He sort of walks, which, as we recall, the little angel did not do at twelve months.  It does not make me sad to say this, as I am working very hard on not comparing my child to everyone else's child.  Instead, I checked out M's. outfit.

Brand-name overalls.  Little cream sweater.  Blue leather tennis shoes. 

Yes, blue leather tennis shoes.

I looked over at Ms. B., the drop-off teacher.  I raised my eyebrows. 

"M's got some mighty nice shoes there," I said.

"Oh, yes he does," she replied.

We smiled, reading each other's minds.

She'll figure it out soon enough.  Sometimes things wipe off leather. Not always tempura paint.