For as long as I can remember, “It’s boots!” has been an appropriate response to receiving a package in our family. I confess that I no longer have any idea why, but I’ll bet my brother Alan does, and will explain. It’s something to do with a story and a little boy, but that’s all I can dredge up.
Boots are very important, though, is what I’m saying.
Last Saturday, I went out with a friend, and we stopped on the way back to pick up rain boots for one of her daughters. I realized that the boys had outgrown theirs and were still wearing snow boots outside. It’s about to get super muddy out there, and I would like to preserve their snow boots. So I picked up a couple of pairs. The boys were asleep when I got home, so I put the boots on the kitchen counter where they’d see them in the morning.
They like boots, so I thought they would be happy. I wasn’t expecting the completely over-the-top reaction I got.
ARE THOSE FOR US?!?!?!?!!?
Sometimes, despite all her failings, Mama still gets it exactly right.
(This was not the best picture of the boots. But it was the most fun!)