Mismatched!

So, everyone picks the battles that he will fight.  Being a mother has offered me the opportunity to choose, more than hourly, about what I care and don't really care.

I have given up caring (maybe I never even ever cared) about matched socks.  It just doesn't seem as important to me as so many other things.  And I know that this is a personal choice.  To others, this is important.  That's fine.  It just isn't to my family.

An interesting point about the photo is that four out of the five of us were already wearing the socks you see, as you see them.  Only one of us (Can you guess who?) had to change one sock for the sake of the photo.  :)