They're his favourite shoes and he won't be parted from them. In fact, he would happily sleep in them if he could. When I cluelessly voiced my intention to bin them, I was met with tearful pleas.
So the soles have now been restuck twice and they smell so bad they could walk to the bin on their own.
The recent arrival of a new shiny white pair has made no difference whatsoever to his devotion. He continues to sneak them on no matter what the occasion, but that definitely WON'T include a Holy Communion this Saturday. For instance, anything could happen before then - I mean, they could mysteriously vanish without a trace....or self combust....couldn't they? *looks innocent* just sayin'.
Hmm, my husband is dreadful for holding on to trainers - I hope BabBee doesn't follow in his footsteps! I, however, am ruthless, Bee x
ReplyDeleteTee hee, you are so naughty! I would do exactly the same....he simply cannot wear those to a Holy Communion!
ReplyDeleteAwh don't do that to him! How would you like your favourite shoes thrown out? Grounds for Divorce! lolxx
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