Captain O' The High Seas

Just yesterday my friend, who is the mother of a little girl a couple of months younger than Charlie, was describing the shoe battle that takes place between her and her daughter every morning. Charlie has never been picky about what shoes he wears (he just loves shoes, all shoes) and I figured it was a boy-girl difference, or maybe just a personality difference.

Until this morning.

I brought Charlie's blue sneakers to him, ready to put them on and he politely said "No" and shook his head. Surprised, I found his Converse All Stars and held them up. "No" again. It wasn't an angry, defiant "no" either time, just a polite, toddler version of "No thanks" and we weren't in a hurry so I indulged him a little more. Finally I held up his new rain boots. His face lit up and he exclaimed "SHOES!!" I slid them onto his feet and he resumed eating his toast and milk. A few minutes later I took one off and tried to replace it with a sneaker and was met with a less polite "NO!".

So this is how Charlie went to day care this morning.


On our way to the Deadliest Catch casting call.

I adore those boots by the way. I had secretly kind of hoped he would do this. I left some sneakers in his cubby in case he has trouble walking in them later (they do go almost up to his knees). I wouldn't mind a bit if he wanted to wear them all summer like that kid who is always wearing his froggy boots at church. You're only one and a half once!