shoeless joe

There have been a few subtle hints from the daycare contingent. We have the only unshod toddler at Fantastic Babes. I find shoes for infants hilarious, though, and have steadfastly refused. It's summer. It's California. And it's better for his feet, they say, to be the barefoot wonder. But now that Gabriel is pulling himself on everything he can reasonably grip, I'm willing to acquiesce. Hookworm and splinters. It's time to buy shoes.
We bought some extremely cheap shoes at Old Navy over the weekend. Gabriel can kick them off with a flip of his foot. Grandma is sending us these.
Thank God for Grandma!