In Which His Cowboy Busts Out

Even though my family is a huge rodeo family, there’s not much “country” going on at our house. We are more of a “geek” family.

So imagine my surprise day before yesterday when I found C like this in the hallway.I’d gotten some boxes down out of his closet to take inventory for the fall/winter. In one of the boxes were several pairs of shoes that are still too big for him. He found the boots, which are probably two sizes too big, and immediately put them on.

And he took them off and put them back on. all. day. long.

Then yesterday, he woke up asking for his “booots!”

And we put them on. And took them off. And put them on again. And then he wore them to Target. With his shorts. Oh yes he did.

Nevermind that he took a sweet forever to walk across the parking lot because he had to make sure every step clunked. Or maybe he was just trying to keep them on his feet since they are two sizes too big.

I did manage to teach him that it’s much easier to get them on and off when you wear socks. But he still hasn’t mastered taking them off yet. He doesn’t understand why pushing them at the top just doesn’t work. Maybe his Aunt Trump or Papa Duke can teach him how to properly take them off.

Every little boy needs a pair of boots. It was just a matter of time before he discovered them, I suppose. I guess now all he needs is a pair of six-shooters to go with them.