Matthew lost his sneakers. They were good shoes: they had Spiderman on them and lights in the heel. And they were cheap. Very good shoes. But he lost them.
Rachel looked all over. (I looked all over too, but that never convinces Rachel of anything. With reason, I admit.) They were not to be found.
So after he trudged everywhere in his snow boots all week, we bit the bullet and got him new shoes. Wal-mart didn't have any velcro shoes in his size, so we went to Payless where we found some excellent, if expensive (for a five year old) shoes.
On the way home Rachel started wondering what happened to his old shoes again. A thought struck her: "Did you take off your shoes to jump on the Macey's trampoline?" "Yes." Rachel sent him over to check, and he came running back with ... his shoes. Sweet! $22 saved!
Five minutes later I found him clipping the tags off his new shoes. "What are you doing? We found your shoes!" "But I like these too!"
So he paid us $4 (a month's worth of allowance) for his new shoes and kept both. He's convinced the new ones make him jump higher. And he hasn't even watched any sneaker commercials!
(We let him wear the new ones to church today, even though normally we'd rather he wear his dress shoes.)
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