Shoes.  What a nightmare.  You and your brother love wearing Crocs.  You guys have had just about every color of them since you were a one year old.  You have had other shoes but you never like the confinement and hotness of them.

Tonight we went to the store to buy your new school shoes because, unfortunately, Crocs are not allowed at school.  It is Labor day weekend and the store was packed and the selection was pathetic.  After about an hour of trying on every shoe they had left, Jack finally picked out a black pair of Nikes that he said would make him go super fast at school.  So, of course, you had to have that same pair, too.  And, of course, in your size they only had a bright orange pair that were Nike, but a different style.  You said you loved them and I bought them.  After I waited in line and paid, I noticed you looked a little sad.  I asked you what was wrong and you told me the shoes you got kind of hurt , but you really wanted to have new shoes tonight and were hoping those ones would make you really fast at school like Jack’s.  I took the shoes off and noticed you had red lines all over your feet from where they were too tight.  I got the sales clerk and asked her if she could just look one last time to see if they had the same pair we got Jack.  To my surprise, out she came with the same shoes Jack got in almost your size, just 1/2 size bigger.  You tried them on and hallelujah they worked!  I exchanged the other pair and I am so happy that now I know you will be super fast at school too.