Zoe and Talia have a thing for socks. I suppose it’s our fault. When they were babies, we’d put little socks on their little feet with no regard for matching one sock to the other. But hey, you try being a graduate student who’s just become a parent to twins and see how high socks are on your list of priorities. Even to this day, we neither match nor fold together any of the kids’ socks. Once they’re out of the dryer (the socks, not the kids), they all go into a drawer in the kids’ bathroom. As a consequence, when they’re getting dressed for school, the girls will typically wear mismatched socks. (Yes, fascinating, isn’t it? But there’s a point — well, not really, but there is at least a picture.) They are also a sufficiently impressive influence on Aaron that he has developed the same tendencies — even to the point of wearing one purple and one pink when his sisters do.
On Thursday, though, they quite outdid themselves. The girls decided that they and Aaron should have rainbow feet, and managed to get everyone’s socks on in the proper order, Roy G. Biv and all that, with no help from Chris or me. Having only six feet among themselves, and not really understanding the continuous nature of the solar spectrum, they had to let one color go (poor neglected indigo, as it happened).