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Today’s post concerns my kids and their shoe problem. Or, more precisely, my willingness to purchase a plethora of footwear for my twins. And I don’t even have a shoe fetish.
Photo courtesy of Zak Greant via Flickr (cc)
Here’s an excerpt from How Many Shoes Does a Child Possibly Need?:
Growing up on a large grain farm in the 1970s, I had three footwear options: boots for winter and spring, runners, and shoes for church. If these didn’t cut it, going shoeless worked. At my prime, I could run barefoot across our gravel yard the size of a football field. I was a prairie kid version of a fire walker. I mean, if bare feet are good enough for Fred Flintstone to power a car, then they’ve got to good enough for a backyard.
Fast forward thirty years to the suburbs and you’ll find my kids, who each have their own Imelda Marcos collections.
Do your kids have a kazillion shoes? Is it an epidemic? Is going barefoot a problem?