The Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes


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.”

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