I sat down to dinner tonight and kicked off my house shoes to let my feet breathe a little. Finding my shoes in a discarded heap next to the couch, Troy decided that the only sensible thing to do was to put them on. I mean shoes are made to be worn, after all, and shoes that have no feet in them have no purpose. Not being able to stand the idea of shoes without a purpose, he slid his little feet into their soft warmth and took them for a sliding, shuffling spin around the kitchen. It was adorable that he wanted to be like dada. It was not adorable that the shoes fit him so well!
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