I took Jared to see his neurologist today, and got him officially weighed and measured. At 7 years, 7 months, he’s just under 91lbs and just over 4′5″. That puts him in the 90th percentile for height and the 98th percentile for weight. He was playing with another 7-year-old in the waiting room that looked like a light snack to Jared.
To reinforce his tremendous size, I took Jared to get some new shoes for school. We bought the last pair 4 months ago, but they were obviously too small for him. So we went to a shoe store and tried to find one of those foot measuring things. A woman with 3 girls was hogging the kids’ model, so we grabbed the adult one. Jared’s foot landed at 5 and a half, and I said, “That can’t be right.” An employee on a ladder came over and said, “Oh, we need the kids’ one. Hold on.” He pries it away from the other customer, and Jared’s foot covers all of the numbers.
So we go back to the adult one and Jared is right between 5 and 6. The clerk says, “Men’s shoes are in the back corner of the store.”
“There aren’t any Diego shoes in the men’s section, are there?”
“Um, no.”
So Jared left the store in some men’s Airwalk Matrix Twin Gore slip-ons. Back at home we discovered that Sierra, if she didn’t mind a little extra room in the toe, could totally steal his shoes if she wants to. He’s only 3 sizes behind his mother. Looking at him with the shoes on, his profile resembles a capital L.
One more undesirable trait that Jared will later curse me for. Good luck finding size 13s that you like, son.