Relatively early on in my mommy and daddy's relationship, before I was even a mutual itch in their loins, my mommy told my daddy that she did not approve of him wearing white sneakers with his jeans as he looked like Jerry Seinfeld. Daddy thought to himself that he could do a lot worse than look like a fine fellow member of the tribe who collects Porsches; but he rapidly evolved in something more than the casual white sneaker wearer. For a time he wore Tsubos--the technicolor footwear love children of a Japanese rock climber and an Italian fashionista. But somewhere along the line Tsubo forgot how to make cool shoes--at least by Daddy's judgement. His last pair was way past their prime--so declared mommy. Daddy resolutely resisted such fodder. But mommy brought in the big guns--Grammy. Grammy insisted on buying a new pair of shoes. She foisted until her foisterer was sore and finally Daddy gave in after he saw a suitable (but overpriced) option on a recent trip to Nordy's (Mommy was getting her make-up done at the Mac counter as a X-mas gift). Daddy's new pair of shoes arrived by mail (he had to go home and check the interweb to see if anyone had them cheaper (no one did)) this evening.
