My son, the hobo

Ok, not so much really. But honestly, it looks like it.

He is loved.

He is cared for.

He is the best thing since sliced bread.

However, he refuses to lift his right foot when we are riding/pushin him on his new trike. He wants to drag it. I didn’t want him to ruin his sneakers so I took them off and I figured he wouldn’t keep dropping his foot to tap and drag. Boy was I wrong. Nothing would deter him.

Then I get home and get him off the bike and see this.

I laugh. And no for the record, they were not like this this morning when I put them on. They were basically brand new!

Oh the life of a mother to a busy, busy, stubborn & determined boy.