In With the New

And out with the old, smelly, only fit for a proper burn disposal shoes. How I did not know how bad the boys shoes had gotten is beyond me. I must have been very, very congested that I had not smelled these shoes from across the country. Today I thought something had died in the mud room. I stopped and looked for a dead rodent until I found the culprits...

I had not even looked closely enough to realize that they had written their names on their shoes. We immediately hopped in the car in search for newer, cleaner, shoes for the lads.

We settled on Nike's this go around. I putt the old shoes in the box, including socks, swiped the plastic, and the boys struck a pose and we were back in the business of "boys will be boys."