Concerning Formal Footwear
Before the biggest kidlets came back from North Dakota, we took an overnight trip to Grand Marais with Mr. Trouble on Feet and The Banana. Everyone was buckled into their seats and we were driving along. We passed a rather large cemetery.
The Banana: Oh look! It’s a wedding! They are wearing beautiful dresses and splendid shoes.
(A few seconds of time pass).
The Banana: Or maybe someone’s dead. But it doesn’t really matter, because their shoes are still really, really nice. And it’s a nice sunny day, so I’m happy their feet look so nice.
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One Comment
Auntie Jennifer
I just love her! Can you imagine the shoe shopping her and grandma Robbie could do. They would have the whole car full of shoes.