Croc On!

After 2 nights (count'em- TWO!) of late night party-ing for Kev and me (home at 10:45 after rocking it out on the dance floor at Arthur Murray Friday, home by ELEVEN:45 after literally closing down the place at Molly's 5th of May party on Saturday) I must have re-set my circuits, because I was up until midnight last night and woke up with energy this morning. How much energy? you ask. Well, I will tell you: Enough energy that we are now enforcing that Harry brush his teeth both in the AM AND the PM (1st dentist appt. is next month. I am going with the theory of heavy bribes. Let me know if you have any better suggestions). Not only that, we waited patiently while he went in the other room to put his shoes on. Typically his crocs. They are visible in teh car wash pics on Page 1.
Instead of the expected brown crocs, he comes back with his new orange and teal croc flip-flops that he refused to so much as try on this weekend. Well, not refuse so much as matter-of-factly state "not now, Mommy." So, hooray, the shoes fit...especially if he turns out to be a crunchy tree-hugging Deadhead (don't know how that could happen, she says sarcastically). He put the flip flops on over his argyle socks, and appeared very comfortable, thong toes and all.