96. Socks
April 21, 2032
Aged: 3 years old

Running frantically late, Melissa still had to get the four boys ready, drop them at child care, go to work for 9 hours and, what for? To make dinner and make sure her husband and sons were settled before she, herself, could take 5 minutes by herself.
"Nothing fits you anymore Arthur, look at these socks! They wouldn't fit your teddy bear."
Art was giggling, squirming, and generally making it more and more difficult for his mother to dress him. "Arfuuuur not fit 'is socks," he repeated. He had just learned to say his name, which he loved to repeat.