Day Fourty-Three

 

Terrible mother. Terrible child. Bit of both. 

This child hates having ANYTHING on his feet. We've given up on boots all together. They're utterly useless. We now put on multiple layers of socks instead, but by the time we're around the corner that's what his feet look like. I quit. Glare at me all you want. If you want to staple gun some boots on his feet, by all means, be my guest.