..In Which I Reveal What Kind of Mother I Really Am.

A couple of weeks ago Jack told me he needed new shoes.

As I am talking to him amidst the hustle and bustle of our morning routine I glanced down to evaluate.

And here is what I saw:

Sure they are a little frayed at the edges.
But nothing to write home about.

"Ok buddy." I said.
"We'll see. I'd really like to see if you can make it through the rest of the school year though since you only wear your crocs and flip flops all summer I don't really think you need new tennis shoes right now."

Ok. He says.

And life goes on.
And Jack's shoes are not
in the least
at the forefront of my mind.

Fast forward to the beginning of this week
we are heading out the door for school and I see that he is tip-toeing down the wet sidewalk.

Whatcha doing kiddo?
I say.

Just trying not to get my sock wet.
He says.

Uhhhh.....wa?
Whatchoo talkin bout Willis?

Well this.
It turns out this is what he was talking about:

And the side view looking into the hole:

Seriously people.
I may as well have sent the poor child to school barefoot.
It was that bad. 

It had apparently been like this ever since he first told me
weeks ago
that he needed new shoes.

And in the spirit of full disclosure and truth...
that was on Monday.
Today is Friday,
the last day of school.
One guess what he was wearing when he left the house this morning.

I.
Am.
Awesome.

{And if your guess is brand new shoes...well then you don't know me at all.}

I'll be right here if any of you feel compelled to report me to some governing authority. 

Good thing he's a sweetie and he still loves me despite my glaring shoe related faults.
God bless him.

In completely unrelated news please check this out right here.

And meet Mr. Cutie Pants and read their other posts about how this family manages with a beautiful little girl, Sophia, who has the same special need.

Wanna be his momma?