Climbing out of the car, I grabbed my pack and added a few extra bottles of water and my new metal flashlight. I told the kiddos to put up their hoddies and locked the doors. Turning around, a patch of peach in a place it should not have been caught my eyes. Looking at my younger daughter's ankles I gasped in outrage. My younger daughter... WAS NOT WEARING SOCKS!I had seen her bare ankles in our living room and had instructed her to get her feet covered properly. In fact, I told her twice. Standing in the snow I shook my head and told her I hoped she didn't freeze. We weren't honestly going to be out for more than an hour... but... sigh... Socks... What was she thinking?
Generally I have an extra pair in my pack but I had not repacked them when I borrowed them on my last weekend outing. Guess the Girl Scout in me just wasn't prepared. =-) Next time I'm checking feet before I leave my driveway.
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