Lots of you know how attached Liam is to his giraffe boots. He has gotten compliments on them just about everywhere he's ever gone. He wears them inside and outside. He'd probably try to wear them to bed if he thought he could get away with it. Sadly, he's worn them out. You can see the lining pulling away from the outside of the boot, the scuff marks all over them, and the hole he's torn in the bottom of the sole. They're so beloved that he just can't part with them. I believe in the Velveteen Rabbit, and let me tell you, in some realm these boots have taken on life of their own:
So yesterday we went to Target and perused new boots. He kept getting distracted by the shovels, watering cans, and clogs. I had to wheel the cart into towels so we could talk about what we came for. Boots. Just boots. Do you want cows, dinosaurs, trucks, or frogs? You can see what he chose:
Look how shiny they are. Nothing will ever replace the giraffe boots, though. Just look at that sweet little face. Gonna miss those guys.
How does that song go? "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is (uh...) green and the other's gold!" =)
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