Sunday, March 6, 2016

Men in Heels

I own two pairs of heels. That's what happens when you marry someone who is one half inch taller than you are. Heels are the first thing to go. Today, I decided to wear one of my pairs of heels to church. 

My boys are obsessed with walking around in my heels. I have no earthly idea why. They think it's fun. It might be kind of like my childhood obsession with crutches. I didn't actually want to break my leg, I just thought crutches were splendid fun.

So, this morning, I had my heels sitting out and when I went to put them on, they were missing. I found my oldest son, the one who is nine and half years old, standing at the counter, brushing his teeth like this.

Ignore the plunger in the bathtub. You don't want to know.


  1. You are really looking forward to living in a nursing home one day, aren't you? Lol. That's where this poor boy is going to put you. Bahahaha.

    1. He might. But he's an incredibly self assured kid who thought it was hilarious that I was putting it on my blog.