Boots

We picked up some boots for the boys at a thrift store yesterday because the snow here doesn't seem to be stopping. I thought we could spare $1.50, even if we are moving to San Diego in a few months. This pair gave me a good laugh. Anson loved them, but he looked like a 100 year old man shuffling along at turtle speed. Glen said, "Anson, you are going to have to put on your fast legs." Anson replied, "Dad, these are my slow boots." I wish you could have seen him sliding along inch by inch. The laugh was worth all 50 cents, and then a whole bunch more.