Just like Daddy

Beau has a bit of a shoe fettish. I find an avalanche of shoes in my wardrobe about once a week, and he often suggests shoes he thinks I should wear while I'm getting dressed (like ugh boots with a dress, or ballet flats with my excersize clothes, or boots with my pyjamas).

He also has a bit of a penchant for wearing my shoes. He shuffles around in them until he inevitably comes a cropper (AKA falls over for those of you in the northern hemisphere), at which time he decides after a cuddle that his shoes are preferable to mine.

So I wasn't all that surprised to discover that Tim's shoes had been raided recently. The kids were getting into their PJs before bed when they decided to take Daddy's sneakers for a spin.