The day we bought these shoes, he studied the rows of kicks and his eyes lit up at these Super Heroes. Thank goodness they’re slip-ons.
Running, sliding, pedaling, sprinkler water, dog poo, mud, sand, dirt, blood, shoe flying off the swing, lost one, found one, dangling from a sleeping boy’s feet when I lift him out of the car and into the house. Cloth rubbed off a toe, balancing carefully along the concrete edge that borders the playground. Jungle gym, flying super hero cape–Batman, Super Man, Flash. Laughing, crying, whining, giggling. Popsicle drips, dropped ice cream, goldfish crumbs. Sweaty, wiggling toes, this little piggy went to market. Sneaking, jumping, shouting Boo. Walking, slipping, jumping, bounding, running barefoot when the sun shines and the tight shoes are forgotten at the bottom of the heap.