bowling shoes

I vaguely remember something about bowling shoes being all the rage when I was in high school, in fact, I am pretty sure a few of my friends stole at least one pair from the local bowling alley. We took the boys bowling this afternoon and even though our shoes looked cool and felt comfy we returned them when we were finished.

Charlie's feet looked so cute stuffed into his too narrow shoes that I had to take a picture.

Then I had to take a picture of my own shoes

then George's (btw, George hates any pants that have a zipper, button, or snap and only wears sweat pants and when those are all dirty he pulls out his shorts that meet this criteria even though there is still snow on the ground here and he is also one of those kids who has to have the tags cut out of all of his clothing.)

and because I didn't want Paul to feel left out I took one of his size tens.

This is Charlie bowling his first frame (is that the right term?). Don't you love his little jig? Can you tell that his feet are off the ground?

Mr. Cool.

Don't mind the fact that I look crazy in this picture, instead, notice the way I stick my tongue out ever so slightly as I concentrate on the task at hand and then...

notice how Charlie does the same thing.