Shoeless Caleb

When getting ready for our family vacation, I packed an extra pair of shoes for everyone but Caleb. I reasoned that he was old enough to keep his feet out of puddles and that he didn't have any fashion requirements beyond tennis shoes. Before leaving, I told him three times to get his shoes on, and I thought he'd surely done as I'd asked by the time we left. When we made our first stop at the site of the Oklahoma City bombing, Caleb hopped out of the car in his socks. I asked him where his shoes were, and he gave me a totally blank look and said they must be in his suitcase, which of course they weren't. He ended up having to put on Sierra's pink clogs, which were so small that his feet hung over two inches in the back. As you can see from the picture, he wasn't terribly happy about the arrangement, and Sierra was totally distraught as well. What an unfortunate beginning to our vacation! Wanting to teach him some accountability for ignoring my instructions, I told him that he needed to wear the pink shoes for 24 hours, and the next day we went to the store and used his pet sitting money to purchase a fun pair of bright green crocs.