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Striding the mini-mall

Yesterday we went to one of those mini-malls to buy shoes for the-president (that’s our boy). At the store the saleswoman measured his feet and proclaimed, “he has wide feet” (like his daddy). They had only two kinds of shoes for his feet structure from the brand we wanted, and only one of them was with shoelaces. We want shoelaces because they hold the feet better. We measured them on his feet and they were a perfect fit. The-president looked down at his feet, tried to move a little and had a hard time walking. Than he decided he didn’t want them (not on his feet anyway) and let the whole store know it. Contrary to his desire we thought the shoes are great. One problem though, the shoes were bright red. Not that we have any problem with red, but still, we think his first shoes should not be bright red. Since the store was out of any other color, we left empty handed. But we left the store walking and he didn’t have it any other way. Holding my hand, the-president walked all the way from the store to the mall entrance. I would have let him continue like he wanted (and let us know about it all the way to the car) if it weren’t so cold (and dirty) outside and him being shoeless.

posted by TheBlurredOne at 4:04 PM