Dark Socks

It was 6:30 one morning in the new school year and kids were already out waiting on the bus. We saw the boys as we were taking our morning walk, two standing and talking on one side of the street and one by himself on the opposite side. My heart hurt for the one standing alone.

“I hate Middle School,” I said to my husband, George. “Kids can be so cruel.”

“I noticed the boys, as well,” George said, “but I was thinking something else.” I looked a question at him.

“Dark socks,” he said.

“Dark socks?”

“With shorts,” he added.

“Dark socks with shorts?”

“It’ll get a guy left out every time.”

Who knew? Something to add to the list of things I never learned in Junior High.

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