The Shoes

We were dressing up for church today, the first time we’ve been back in a sanctuary since Troy was born. Also, Troy’s first time in church (not sure how he’ll do, because he’s rarely quiet when we’re watching it on TV). But the daughter of one of our friends is getting baptized, and we wanted to be there to support her. Anyway, my wife got out a pair of her high heels, which she rarely gets to wear…a beautiful pair of black thick-heel sandals.

 

Troy: “I love those shoes, mama! You got them out, and I love them!”

My wife: “Thank you, baby. You’re very sweet.”

Troy: “But they’re broken. Dada, come fix mama’s shoes!”

My wife: “It’s okay, he doesn’t need to come.”

Troy: “Dada needs to fix them. Dada! Dada! Come here. You need to fix mama’s shoes!”

Me: “What’s wrong with them?”

Troy: “They need to be tied. Come tie them for mama, dada.”

 

So, I knelt down and tied them around her ankle as instructed. My wife was appreciative, and Troy stood watching over my shoulder to make sure I did it correctly.

 

Troy: “Good job, dada!”

Me: “Thanks, son.”