GrAuntie Michele (my aunt, Jack's GrAunt) is very creative. She's the one who made Jack booties when he was born. For Christmas, she made shopping bags, scarves, and even gloves! She even dyes her own yarn. I personally think she should start her own business. 

Well, Miche and I have been discussing the shoe situation with Jack. His feet are just so big! So, Miche is going to make him shoes. She asked me for his foot measurements so she can get the 

right size soles ordered. Sounds simple enough, right? Not if you are measurement impaired like me. So, I e-mail her the first set of measurements: The length, three different widths on his foot, and the width that goes all around his foot. I send them to her, and she writes me back confused. I told her his foot was something like 5 inches, 2 cm. She tells me that inches and centimeters don't go together. So I call my mom and she busts out laughing at me. I told her I counted the little dashes in between the inch marks, but guess what! THOSE AREN'T CENTIMETERS! Yeah, I'm 26 and now just learning that.

So, I write Michele back, uber embarrassed, and send her a new set of measurements. Now that I know my inches and my centimeters, this should be a piece of cake. I get a phone call from my mother later that day. She tells me that the measurements I sent my aunt seem really off, like, Jack's feet would almost be adult size they are so big. I tell her, "MOTHER! I know how to measure!" and totally am blowing her off. I hang up the phone, go over to Jack with the tape measure, and low and behold, I measured his feet wrong AGAIN. Why is this so hard for me? I'm a pretty smart girl, I shouldn't be having these kind of difficulties!

Alas, GrAuntie has now requested that I send an outline of Jack's foot, that way there are no mistakes. I think I am going to go back to 3rd grade.