Brady has a distinct style of dress. He insists upon long-sleeved shirts and long pants, even on very warm days. He has adopted a black and white biker’s bandanna as his own, and often wears it as a little do-rag to school. He wore his rubber firefighter boots so much they recently fell apart.
For Christmas he wanted new boots, but I waited until after Christmas to buy them, because I knew that he would have to be with me to select the style and try them on. Yesterday we headed out to the very messy shoe department of an enormous department store, and hunted through the piles of disarray until we found these:
They are rough and tough and Brady tried them on and ran two lengths of the store. There was an advantage to the disarray – obviously the staff of this store did not care about what happened inside its walls. As a matter of fact, the clerk forgot to take off the alarm tag, and when we left, the alarm went off. Nobody cared, except me, because my kid can’t wear boots with an alarm tag on one foot.
Brady is so proud of his new boots. When I picked him up at school, the teachers said that was all they heard about all day, and they were corrected when they told him they liked his new shoes. “They’re BOOTS!” he insisted.
The best thing about them? “They make me go fast,” he says.
Here’s hoping there’s enough room in the boots for Brady to wear them for a little while. It is hard for him to let go of a favorite item of clothing once he’s attached himself to it.
Very sweet! Love the boots. p.s. Pretty much all of Jackson’s shoes have to make him “go really fast”!
If his name were Christopher you could say those boots were made for Walken.
@suz Let’s hope he’ll follow in Jax’s athletic footsteps.
@Ilina LOL.