Call It What You Want...

Mark has new shoes today. He is now wearing a size 6 1/2. He tried on three pairs of shoes and proudly tramped around the store in his new brown multi-purpose shoes (casual enough for every day but dressy enough to go with a pair of khakis). He offered the salesman at the store the most prized possession he had at the moment, his "under-3" prize from his McDonald's Happy Meal, a Little People dog. (Of course, he wanted it back right away.)

He wore his shoes all around the house and even wore them in his nap, but that was mostly just because he was asleep when we got home and his mom didn't want to wake him by taking them off. He played with them when he was getting his diaper changed, and, in general, seems very pleased with them -- and perhaps with himself for needing them. They look big on his little feet, but seem to fit just fine.

Daddy got a pair of free new shoes this morning in Boston in a "this would only happen to Tim" story. Apparently some lady bought them at the factory store across from his hotel for her son, but bought the wrong size. Now Tim's little feet will be another pair of sneakers happier.

I think someone else will need a new pair of shoes. A girl has to keep up...