I wear a size nine shoe. This is not terribly small in the world of woman’s feet.
My husband also wears a size nine shoe (in men’s sizes, of course). This is not overly large in the realm of men’s feet.
All of which may explain T’s constant amusement when he folds our laundry and, in particular, our socks. He thinks I wear “little baby booties”.
I have to admit that even I don’t understand the physics behind this sock anomaly. I mean, there certainly isn’t this big of a difference between the size of our feet in real life. So what’s with the socks?
Isn’t it good that we have so many interesting things to ponder in life?