A Beginning

"Lump sock!!!"

I was done. My five year old was hungry and tired, he just didn't know it yet. You have been there too, right? Trying to do something as simple as ensure a boy has matching shoes and socks can quickly turn into a miniature melee.

That's right. My son went medieval.

I wrestled with his pointy elbows, his knobby knees, his banshee scream, and when I finally jumped up I proclaimed the job finished. He had socks on, and he had shoes on. They were even on the right feet.

And then, as I was getting ready to get him out the door, he yells:

"LUMP SOCK! I have LUMP SOCK!"

Not only had he gone medieval on me, he went cro-magnon as well. He even included a few well placed grunts.

And then he did that thing that I am sure all children come equipped to do: he turned his bones to jelly and gained 50 pounds. This caveman boy-child wasn't going anywhere.

"LUMP SOCK!"

My husband and I stood there, stunned, and we couldn't help but break out into laughter. We started to join in the chant:

"Lump sock, lump sock!" We practically paraded around the family room with our new-found terminology for having an annoying bunching of a sock while in a shoe.

Caveman boy-child started to giggle, his moment over, and joined us.

"Lump sock!" Perhaps our new family motto.

Slow things down, take it easy, and pull up your socks before you put your shoes on.