Well. It has come down to this. Our baby does not like anything on his feet. When he is not busy terrorizing the dog, eating fuzz, and knocking over blocks, he likes to let his feet "breathe." We hopped in the car for a short ride the other day. Not minutes later, we pulled up to our destination. And there was Eamon. Shoeless and sockless, unless you count the sock hanging out of his mouth. He wasn't too happy, once I caught him in the act, and held on to his feet as if to say "they need to breathe!" So, I proceeded to put his socks back on (as easily as you can put on a wet bathing suit) and cover the spit-coated things with spit-coated shoes. And off we went!
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