The inevitable has happened. This morning I rushed through helping Duncan (who is really not a morning person) dress. An hour later we were in the car, just starting off to school when Duncan was finally the first to notice that I'd put him in his brothers size 3T trousers. The reason he noticed was that Martin's trousers were worn through at the knees, which his are not. I managed to switch the trousers and still get everyone to school before the late bell, so all's well that ends well. Still, it's a bit disconcerting at how easy it was to fail to notice that my six year old was in size 3T trousers.

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