What a croc.

I bought Hartwell some crocs recently. Possibly my least favorite shoes. To me, they look like a disease growing science experiment. Sweaty feet and dirt? Yuck. But Hartwell has Fred Flintstone feet and all the other shoes were too narrow for him. Then, once his brother had a pair, Bee wanted some. I got Bee's at Target. Which Hartwell was very sweet about pointing out,"Yours are from Target. They don't have a strap. Or a crocodile." Scamp. They also forced Bee to walk like a slippered grandpa shuffling toward the boob tube. He kept losing a shoe and didn't want to walk. So there I am, at a ginormous outdoor mall suspiciously devoid of kids shoe stores. (Unless you count Kitson and their $48 adidas). Suddenly, my brain led me to a paper store and a rubber band ball and voila! His shoes stayed on and he could run! Run like the wind!

That rubber band ball is going everywhere with me.

4 comments

Jennifer said...

Was Hartwell channeling Aunt Amanda?

Jennifer said...

Was Hartwell channeling Aunt Amanda?

Deborah Graff said...

You should head over to JPL with that ball and see if they need any help.

pandapanda said...

love it!
you could also sell your rubber bands to new iphone 4 users...