Missing shoes...

Dear Nicky,

This morning was your first day back at Stones after our trip to Disney, and I guess it must've been reasonably intense because you were asleep when you came home. But you woke up as soon as I laid you down on the couch and took off your shoes. "Play Wii," you said. How could I refuse? So we played some Wii, but you started getting too loud so I put on a movie instead. Then you had a nice dinner and we watched a little Star Wars Episode I, which you seemed to love. Then it was up to bed, where June had a meltdown because I didn't include Count Dooku in a Star Wars story I was telling her. Anyhow, after everybody was finally asleep I looked around for your shoes half an hour. It was like the disappeared off the whole planet. I even thought I might have thrown them away. Finally I found them, under a jacket of mine on a far corner of the bench. Your feet looked a little red this afternoon, so I clipped those elastic bands that hold the sneaker tongue in place and hopefully they won't pinch you anymore.

Love,
Dad