Boots

B really likes boots. So does his mommy. B likes to wear soccer socks because they go all the way up his legs and he calls them his boots. When he's in the bathtub he stands up and where his legs and feet are submerged he points and tells me that they are "B's boots." I have a really cute pair of boots that I got when Nat and I went to France a few years ago. (I actually get a lot of compliments on them, then sighs of "You've been to Paris?" when the ladies hear where I've gotten them.) Anyway, back to the story. B was trying to walk around in my Paris boots the other day. "Mommy! X's boots!" I told him they were Mommy's boots from France. His response? "B goes to France. I get some boots!" Sounds good. Someday we'll take our baby boy shoe shopping in France.