Let's take that a step further - just put the bar on the floor and jump over it. In my world, this means letting dishes pile up and losing shoes in order to get to the playground in time to run laps before school. No one in my house has ever worn matching socks.
Contrary to advice from my former in-laws, I also decided not to 'Buy all white socks for everyone so no one will notice mismatched socks'. Life is colorful and doesn't always match. That is ok.
