How are you today?
Nathan is sitting on the couch, kicking his feet in his mismatched shoes (one is a blue Croc, the other a black Spiderman Croc) and begging to be allowed to go across the street and play with a little neighbor girl. Nevermind that she's in school; "She's not in school. I'm not in school," he's insisting. Ah, to be four!
It's a cold morning, not even sixty degrees outside, though the sun is shining. My feet are cold. The tips and nails of my toes are blue-purple because I'm not wearing socks. I don't really care much for socks; I've always preferred to go barefoot. I like my feet to be unfettered.
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