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?!?!?!?!!?
Yes.
YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
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!)
I get just as excited over boots. My boots aren’t usually rubber with spiderman on them, but a new pair of boots (or shoes) can cause excitement that rivals your boys’!