This morning we woke up to a couple of inches of snow. It wasn't much, but it was enough that the girls needed snow boots. The brunette twin realized her snow boots from last year didn't fit her. Of course, I thought about this a couple of weeks ago, but I didn't do anything about it.
I walked into the garage and grabbed my back-up snow boots. These boots are fine for the days when I'm shoveling, but not comfortable enough to walk the dog. I handed her the boots and told her to wear them.
She said they were a bit big, but they were fine. She looked at me and said, "In a few more months we can share all your shoes."
I knew this day would come. I just thought she'd be older than fourth grade when it happened.