That's my boy.

On our way home from NC, we managed to pop something on the car seat that keeps the impact-absorbing foam connected to the frame. So yesterday I went and bought a new car seat for the Zweeble, and while we were at Babies R Us, we passed the shoe aisle.

"Mommy!" (he's started calling me "mommy" rather than "mama")

"Yes?"

"Shoes!"

"Yes."

"Mommy! Shoes!"

"Yes, there are shoes--"

"Mommy shoes!"

"Oh, well, yes, those do look like Mommy's shoes ..." I start to push the cart away from the shoes.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAAAAA!!!!"

"What?"

"Mommy!" Points emphatically and wildly (if such a thing is possible). "SHOES!"

(Slowly) "Do you want a pair of shoes?"

"Shoes!"

So my son now owns a pair of red, high-top Chucks. Which he had to put on right there, by god! He slept in them yesterday at naptime. He spent part of this morning running around in his diaper, a t-shirt, and his red Chucks. And he likes, when he's got them on, to lift his foot up and proclaim, with a smile, "Mommy shoes."

Also, he's apparently quite fond of this little change-purse thing his great-grandmother has--it's his size and has a strap he can sling over his shoulder, like my bag and Scott's.