I have a pair of black boots that I use for everywhere, unless I really want to look nice. They are kind of old and loved, and they look it. They are the type with the fuzzy insides and they are oh so comfy. Well, today we were running a little bit late for Joy's bus, so I threw them on without thinking to look in them. Alright, I almost never look in them first, but I wish I did. In went my foot, and when my toe hit the end, SQUISH! We had grapes today and some small helper decided that my boot was an ideal hiding place. I have removed the grape remains, but I think I may have to wait a day or two for the juice to dry out before I wear them again.
And, without going in to all the gory details, can I just say that I can't wait until the day comes when a major part of my life seems to revolve around the toileting habits of small children? Let's just say that squish doesn't just apply to the grape!