Before Mr. D arrived, little d and I were super busy doing all kinds of important mother-son things that must be done before dad completes the cross country drive. We knew he had to get right down to business: GRAETERS. Too bad little d knows too well that I give him the sample spoon for a reason... I'm probably the worst person ever to share dessert with. Sorry, kid.
Then we went shoe shopping at Stride Rite [I still don't understand why Mr. D wouldn't let us fly out to England to get a proper shoe fitting] where that little stinker was perfectly content taking every shoe off the shelf... at least all the girl ones. Awesome. No worries, he got those cute blue ones he's wearing on the left [and not the pink ones he kept gesturing at me to try on].
Thanks for footing the bill, mom [dad]. But let's be honest, if WE had to pay for his shoes, this kid wouldn't be wearing any till he hit kindergarden. Those things are expensive for having to replace every two to three months!! Why do kids have to grow so darn fast??
The night Mr. D and my papa were coming into town, we colored with sidewalk chalk on the driveway. Or more appropriately, I drew and little d just ate a lot of chalk. And stomped around with his new shoes [it took about a week for him to stop stomping around awkwardly like Frankenstein when he walked].
stomp. stomp. stomp.