Oh my god, Shoes

My son is pretty adamant about not wearing shoes. He scrunches up his toes like he is balling his fists and whines while I beg and plead with him, promising to buy him a pony should he ever want one and ensuring that his curfew is up for negotiation when the time comes. Obviously, for me this is completely soul crushing. Doesn’t he understand that shoes complete the outfit?

The only pair we can both agree on are tan moccasins, mostly because they’re big enough to stretch over his curled feet. We returned from an outing the other day and I found this in the backseat. He had taken a shoe off just to cuddle it.

My heart melted. There is hope for us yet.

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