As soon as this boy gets up, he heads straight to the shoe basket and pulls out his blue crocs for us to put on him. It's not that he doesn't like being barefoot, it's just that I think he has an insatiable love for these shoes. He never pulled out the Scooter Reds for us to put on him, he's not all that concerned with socks, he just wants his crocs. If we don't put them on him, he carries them around, silently, until one of us finally gives in.
Of course, there is also the obsession he has with other people's shoes. He loves, loves, loves to walk around the house in Daddy's shoes. Occasionally he'll put on mine, but he usually goes only for Daddy's. 
Maybe he likes that they're roomier. Then there are the ties. 
When Bryant walks in the door, that is the first thing to go, thanks to Bennett's Tie Removal Service. This used to be Reeves' job, but I guess by the time you're three, you're way too old for silly things like that.
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