I’ve got the dog all hooked up for a walk but I don’t have shoes on . . .
Look! Right here by the front door are my son’s prized possession — his red sneakers!
He notices me slipping my feet into them and says, “Hey! What size are your feet? You’re not going to stretch them out, are you?”
“Actually,” I say, “they feel a little loose.”
“OK,” he says grudgingly. “Don’t step in any puddles.”