At the Casa, we have encountered a problem. A small one.
As most of you know, my little five year old great-nephew has come to live with us.
That’s not the problem.
Here is the culprit or culprits.
Back to the problem at hand.
The pre-school teacher nicely
asked told us he needs to wear tennis shoes to school, because it would be more practical for some of their activities.
This was a tough one. This cowboy would sleep, take a bath, and everything else, in these boots.
And tennis shoes?
Cowboys don’t wear tennis shoes.
The teacher had a compromise. He can wear boots one day. Tennis shoes the next day.
Every morning before his eyes are open, “Nanny, is it Boot Day?”
We have a new holiday. Boot Day.
Today, was a tennis shoe day, but he slipped out of the house in his beloved boots.
Yes, I noticed.
No, I did not say a word.
Sorry, Miss Deb.
I will take my “time out” now.