Brown Shoes

Funny conversation that happened today.

Daddy standing in kitchen on Sunday morning hears little foot steps running down the hallway.

D: Look daddy, these are my church shoes!

Dad: (Looking at little brown shoes) Nice.

D: They are also my jumping shoes.

This is immediately followed by two "JUMP! JUMPS!" and my daughter showing me her 2 inch vertical. Then she runs off back down the hall. This is quickly followed by a loud thump and crying.

Dad: Are you ok?

D: No I fell down.

Dad: Well are those your running shoes or your church shoes?

D: (now smiling) These are my church shoes AND my jumping shoes.

Dad: But not your running shoes? Are they your walking shoes?

D: Huh?

Dad: Are they your walking shoes?

D: Yep.

Dad: How can that be? Are they your church shoes, your jumping shoes or your walking shoes?

D: Huh?

Dad: Are they your brown shoes?

D: Yep.

Dad: So they are your church shoes, your jumping shoes, your walking shoes AND your brown shoes?

D: Yep.

Dad: That is a lot of shoes.

D: Yep...but not my running shoes! (as she runs off).