Tuesday, August 6, 2013

These Boots were Made for Walkin'

Well, at least my boots are.  And lucky duck that I am, my sweet mom bought me an awesome pair of new-to-me cowboy boots at a hip thrift store today.  I was all excited to talk about them when I picked up my little guy this afternoon.

Me:  "I got some new cowboy boots today."

Little guy:  "That's cool."

Me:  "Do you ever want some boots?"

Little guy:  "I don't like boots."

Me:  "Why?!?!  What's not to like about cowboy boots?"

Little guy:  "I can't actually walk in them."

Me:  "Oh, I probably trained you to think that when you were a little boy."

Little guy:  "What?"

Me:  "Yeah, when I needed to get you to slow down I'd just put cowboy boots on your feet.  You loved them and didn't even notice how much they inhibited your movement."

Little guy:  "That was mean, mom."

Me:  "Hey, that's what you get for starting walking at only eight months old.  Now that was mean, dude.  Your mama was tired!"

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