Yesterday, I happened to be standing at the front window when Thing 2 was coming home from school. (Our kids school is only a couple of hundred yards from our house. Very handy for for all the girls' friends who have "forgotten" their lunches. Happens all the time.)
Now, the weather yesterday was not great. By the time the kids were let out of school, it was pretty cold, and there was wet snow/freezing rain falling. (By this morning, we had about an inch or so of fluffy, prisine snow which would have looked really beautiful if it hadn't been so painfully awful to have it at all.) I noticed that Thing 2 was walking pretty slowly, not skipping and jumping and galavanting as is her wont. Hmm.
By the time she got up to the front of the house, I noticed that she was carrying things in both hands. Things that looked suspiciously like her boots. Because it was her boots. And she was barefoot.
I went out to meet her in the driveway (mostly so the neighbours and other mothers who had come to pick up their kids didn't see her and call the Children's Aid Society.) and asked her why, for the love of all that is holy, was she in her bare feet?
She calmly replied that her boots had gotten wet at recess.
Because, walking home in your barefeet, in the winter, is more comfortable than wearing wet boots. Go figure.
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