With the impending 5-10 cm of snow coming (later today according to our weatherman), Fran took Alexander out yesterday to buy his first pair of boots. The lady at the store warned Francine that most kids didn't "take" to new boots right away and might have trouble walking in them.Alexander jumped to his feet, ran to the mirror and stood there, admiring his new boots. Then he shot off into the mall, eager to show them off to anyone passing by. Fran corralled him back, (he hasn't yet figured out the "you have to pay for it" rule of adulthood) where he walked over to the mirror again, then plunked himself down and sat there, sashaying his feet back and forth, admiring the reflected image of the bottoms of the boots.
When I got home from work last night, he was eager to show me his latest possession. He excitedly helped as Francine got the boots onto him and then was delighted in walking around, showing off to me.
It was hilarious to see how much the extra weight of the boots made him walk like Lee Majors. It makes me want to go out and buy a few seasons of The Six Million Dollar Man or perhaps The Fall Guy on DVD. They're available, right?
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Don't worry, Fran will never find out our little secret.
$5000, eh? Almost worth the black eye and sleeping in the garage for a couple of days . . .
There's nothing more entertaining than th ewee ones' boot swagger. We never have a problem getting them to wear the boots. Now, getting them to remove the new boots is a whole different story.
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