Did your son come home the other night without these on his feet?
Did he tell you how he lost them?
Well, allow me.
Your kid was breaking into our car a couple of nights ago and my husband (we’ll call him Captain Awesome for the time being) drove up as your son was IN. OUR. CAR. (For those of you who are regular readers here this is a different break in than this one. I know, such a classy life I lead.)
Captain Awesome, being the bad ass vigilante that he is, jumped out of his car and chased your little juvenile delinquent son. That’s right, a 28 year old man took down your 15 year old twit. Lucky for your son Captain Awesome busted up his shoulder last week and couldn’t tackle your son properly without risking his arm. And my man needs his arm.
But he did get his shoes.
And I dare bet your son messed his pants.
We haven’t decided what to do with your son’s shoes yet, but we’re not giving them back.
Keep your mitts off our stuff you stupid, stupid people.
Any delicious suggestions for what to do with the shoes?