Of course we were speaking of shoes. Two days ago. Keep up, kids.
So! Shoes! Specifically, shoe sizes. I have a perfectly average, respectable foot. Size 8, not narrow or wide or with weird toes that make shoes fit oddly. Unfortunately, I don't think Cubby got my pretty, easy feet. I think he got his father's feet.
A. has wide feet, as does the MiL. They can't wear normal shoes. A. wears a size 11 1/2 wide. Not 11 and not 12, and certainly not an average width. The selection of shoes in that size tends to be somewhat limited. It's a weird size. It makes shoe shopping harder, if you want a lot of choice. Or, depending on your viewpoint, easier because all you have to do is find that size and take what there is.
When I bought shoes for Cubby this past weekend, I ended up getting a size 7. Size 7 is, predictably, quite large for a year-old child. But then, Cubby is generally larger than a year-old child. I also found that baby shoes come in wide sizes. Imagine that. So I got him the wide size, because his little toes and feet are shaped just like his daddy's. Which means I now have two hard-to-fit boys to shoe shop for. Boo.