trade

For those of you who are fortunate enough to deal with Jake on a regular basis, please heed this notice that he will be trading in his beloved Boneshoes this afternoon for an equally flashy pair of space invaderesque arcadey rocketship slip-on martian shoes. The Boneshoes are too small and they stink to highseas. The new shoes are the same (Payless) brand, same (Airwalk) style but they don't have bones on them. Please make a giant deal about the new ones and how cool they are and don't mention the old ones. I've been preparing him for the switch for a few days, but it will still be hard for him, especially considering his new fascination with pirates which meshes so well with his lasting fondness for all things bones. That's what he is doing when he walks up to you and tries to close one eye and balls up his fist and thumps it across his chest and makes a gutteral noise in his throat. He's being a pirate.

For those of you who are fortunate enough NOT to deal with Jake on a regular basis regarding the Boneshoes, consider yourself lucky that you don't have to bear witness to the meltdown which is sure to ensue. And please note that the obsession the boy has with these damn shoes is definitely worth a post.

I promise not to stock up on anything that Jake loves in an unhealthy manner ever again if there is a chance that he will grow out of it. Even if whatever it is that he loves is on sale for the low, low price of $5.