Then there was fall of last year.
We live in Washington, 15-20 minutes away from Everett, so naturally every year there's a rainy season. I told my husband about a month before rainy season started that we needed to buy Squinty (my son's nickname) some rainboots. He told me that I was wasting money, even though I insisted that it was going to be too wet for tennis shoes, and that he was growing out of his tennis shoes anyways.
One month later - lo and behold - a HUMONGOUS recordbreaking rainy season, the wettest we've had in Washington yet, and the hubby turns to me and goes, "Let's get ready to go. Why doesn't Squinty have boots yet? He can't go out there wearing those shoes! Why haven't you bought him boots yet?"
