Within a month of moving to Chicagoland, I took an overnight business trip. My boss, Cathy, agreed to stay with my kids and get them off to school. (I know. Who has a boss like that?) I admit, I fretted a bit. Would they behave? Teens, you know.
“I never saw such big shoes.” Cathy’s eyes got big and round. “He’s only in junior high.”
We took our shoes off at the door. There she spied the biggest shoes she ever saw. Cathy told everyone at work what big shoes Wrestler #2 wore. Incredulous.
I think of Cathy every time I see Mr. D, my grandson’s shoes. He’s in eight grade. Those are my feet beside his shoes.
Something tells me Mr. D. will have no trouble walking in his father’s footsteps.
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