Wednesday, March 22, 2017

The Golden Shoes

Tate has his own sense of style.  He's opinionated.  He's not shy about sharing his thoughts (last week he said, "Mom are you wearing those shoes with that outfit?" This afternoon, he sighed when he saw me and told me my knee socks, just barely peeking out of my boots, were pulled up too high).  And he knows what he wants.

Since Christmas, he's been asking me for a pair of golden shoes.  They arrived last week.  He was giddy with excitement on Monday, the day he knew they were scheduled to arrive.  He wore them to school Tuesday, and when I picked him up, he told me the after-school-care director told him they were so fancy that he could wear them to the Oscars. On Wednesday morning, he said, "Mom, these shoes are awesome.  Even the fifth graders are talking about them!"

He's not wrong.  They are awesome.

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