I’ve been through a lot of “firsts” with The Eldest.  Particularly because he himself  was The First.  The first baby.  Getting his first tooth.  Taking the first step.  First, first, first . . .   It’s a long, memorable list.

So I shouldn’t have been surprised when this weekend brought yet another.  It was the first time I wore my son’s shoes.

Yes, that’s right.  And I wore them because they’re actually pretty cool Nike’s.  And they were sitting right beside the front door as I was heading out.  And most importantly . . . THEY’RE MY SIZE!  My size!  And I assure you I’m not a small girl.  No, no.  I’m a solid five feet six inches.  Not quite model height, but hey, my face and body wouldn’t have qualified anyway.  It’s okay.  I’m over it.

But here’s the concern;

- I’m 5′ 6″

- we have the same shoe size

- he’s 9 years old

Is it just me???

How bloody tall is this kid going to get?!?!?!  According to my very scientific research (that consists solely of Google searches), I will tell you that boys can continue growing until they’re about 16 or 17.  And so it stands to reason that at age nine his shoe size already dictates that he will at least reach my height of 5′ 6″.  But he has a good 7 or 8 years left of growing to do.  Which begs the question – how bloody tall is this kid going to get?!?!?!?