Sam has a dentist appointment today. It’s long overdue for someone professional to look at his front tooth that apparently didn’t survive his bike accident.
You know what else is long overdue?
A visit to the podiatrist.
For these three kids.
Clearly they all have some serious foot problems.
Corns and bunions and blisters and stress fractures.
These are the only explanations for the DRAMA we have every morning when it comes to putting on socks and tennis shoes.
It’s like 3D Titanic around here.
I CAN’T GO ON if I have to wear socks AND shoes that lace. All of them, throwing themselves on the ground and crying.
The funny thing is, Crocs and flip-flops (not recess appropriate, of course) are fine. They can run and play and not complain about “Bumpy shoes” or “lumpy socks” or corns or bunions ot torn ligaments or whatever is really going on to make them all scream like this.
Or barefoot. That’s always their preferred option, of course.
The above picture was taken at our neighborhood Easter egg hunt in our park. After several homes have had their roofs redone.
We reminded the kids 456,399 times to WEAR shoes. But they hate them.
And they find socks to be “sqooshy.”
I wonder what the podiatrist will say about that.
