These Boots Are Made For Walking. (As well as running, climbing, and puddle jumping.)
August 28, 2010 § Leave a comment
Childhood has it’s many quirks, phases, and rites of passage. As parents, we yearn to preserve these charming moments, and revel in the purity of it all. It is a fleeting time — a time when things are the way they are because, well, that is just the way they are. It is a time of simplicity… when the world seems infinite, dreams are reality, and magic is real. Especially if you are three feet tall and wielding a pair of novelty red rubber boots.
As luck would have it, we just so happen to own a pair of such boots. Not only that, but I just happened to notice them making their way across the backyard the other day.
Is it just me, or do those boots seem slightly disproportionate to their wearer?
Nope, these boots were definitely too big. This could only mean one thing ….. they were the victims of a boot-napping. I knew it was only a matter of time before Big Brother would notice their absence…
This was too much for me. What a monumental moment! The red boots, which had once been Jade’s, passed down to Liam and now …. bequeathed to our little Morgie. Like the passing of the Olympic torch, so has the tradition of red rubber boot wearing been passed down from sibling to sibling. In my eyes, it left Liam basking in the glow of one who had just climbed up to that next rung in the Grown Up ladder. Unfortunately, it also left him barefoot in the middle of a gravel driveway. Could there be a better older brother? I think not.
Dexter, always the vigilant, watched these goings on with mild interest.
It seemed official — Morgan was now an honorary member of the Red Rubber Boot: Scout’s Honor I’ll Wear Them Everyday club.
Well, I suppose you can’t keep them small forever.