Koopa has one of those amazing sets of socks that have weekdays written on them, with corresponding numbers. He has been pretty excited about the number part for quite a while now, but didn’t notice the weekday part until recently. I knew that it was only a matter of time till he figures out the weekday part, and, knowing him, I could also predict all the consequences of this discovery. He’s very attentive to details, so I was positive it would become very important to him to match the socks with the actual day of the week. I knew it, but I guess I was underestimating the impact that this discovery would have on our life.
So he’s figured it out now and is determined to have his socks reflect the reality. “Mama, what day is it today?”, he asks suspiciously as I put socks on him in the morning. And he doesn’t agree to wear them if they don’t say the right thing. This adds extra stress to our already stressful morning ritual because now I have to (a) remember what day it is every morning; (b) read what is written on his socks. And I’m NOT looking forward to doing this when we’re back to work in January.
I can’t blame him, though. I remember when I got my first set of weekday underwear, it was a natural decision for me that my underwear absolutely has to match the day of the week. And I remember how very upsetting it was, if the day was, say, Monday, and my underwear said “Saturday”. How do you even function with a mismatch like that? And I was much older at the time than Koopa is now, maybe ten or so, so much more equipped to deal with life imperfections like this. And still, it was a big deal. I don’t know, is it universally upsetting or is it just our peculiar genetic family trait?
So, does it mean we have to do laundry every week now? Or is it ok if some days your socks do not provide you with such details as the day of the week, but are simply adorned with such uninformative designs as Kermit-the-Frog or just stripes? I guess we will find out soon.