My children look forward to the ritual buying of back-to-school sneakers. This shopping trip usually brings great excitement. However, my third son inherits so many hand-me-downs that I had lost track of his proper size and I believed him when he told me he needed a size 4 shoe.
When I arrived home, I was dismayed to realize his sneakers were a size too big. He, on the other hand, was thrilled with them so I let him wear them for a bit on the living-room carpet. The day I returned and replaced them with the proper size he said, ï¿½Now Iï¿½m just plain old Sam again.ï¿½
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