I stupidly let Philip take the kids shoe shopping. He bought Viv a cute pair of running shoes, but then he bought these for Jack:
Seriously? I was like, “did those come with a three-prong cane and an oxygen tank?”
They are total mall-walker shoes.
Philip said, “they were fifteen bucks!”
Yeah, wonder why. Now I have to go get Jack an old man hat and some Metamucil.