Bigfoot

They say you never really know a person until you've walked a mile in their shoes. I've never known anyone to literally attempt that until now. Tommy loves to walk in our shoes. I'm pretty sure it's not the safest practice in the world, but everytime I turn around he's trying to step into one or another pair of our shoes. We should probably end this favorite past time pretty quickly because I can just hear the conversation in the emergency room:

"Excuse me maam, are you this boy's mother?"
"Yes, Doctor, I am."
"I see. And how did your child break his ankle?"
"Well, it's like this. He was walking around in my shoes and. . . "
"Wait a minute. Walking in your shoes??"
"Yes"
"I see." . . .

Here he is, playing with his trucks while wearing my shoes. Cute, but probably not the best idea in the world.