Yesterday I took my kids to the shoe shop to get measured (I do this every month). This month, both sets of feet had grown so both kids got new shoes. The trick with kids’ shoes is to find some that are tacky enough to please the kid but tasteful enough for me not to recoil in disgust. It is a fine line.
On the way there, the kids stopped to say hello to a policeman. This would usually be super except at that precise moment, he was making a Rastafarian in an ancient, clapped out Honda show him the contents of his boot. He was very gracious about it though.