Shoes

And so it begins...sandal season was coming to an end and Bec found his shoes for somewhere or other we were going. Of course they didn't fit. And of course these days it's not as simple as just buying another pair of shoes - it's indoor shoes and outdoor shoes and rubber boots and sandals and crocs and winter boots and...

I remember when I was a one-pair-of-shoes guy. I was a big dork but at least I was a low-maintenance big dork. I guess those days are gone now, and I guess Quinn will never know them. Oh well, at least Bec's a pretty frugal shopper and we have friends who also have several hundred pairs of kids' shoes that have been worn exactly three times, who we can beg and borrow from. Maybe I should buy stock in a shoe company...