Luckily we had Super Tyce to the rescue.
Armed with my cell phone (apparently I have Tetris on it), he gladly escaped the mayhem that three high-energy, fast-food-filled siblings provide, and held our place in line.
You betr hury
After that we walked around. Harrison enjoyed dashing into every store window and posing with the mannequins.
It was kind of funny . . . kind of weird. At least he didn't hug them and call them "mommy" like he did last time.
Mary and Cameron were little buddies that night.
That was good, because Cam broke his sandal by pulling too hard on the strap, and he was pretty slow.
Some people did not like this arrangement. Some people felt cheated. Some people thought that shoes should be distributed equally, no matter what.
Some people made a scene and had to be removed from the store.
Some people are just so much fun to shop with.
But he got one thing he wanted--to ride home with his daddy.
On the way the other kids and I went through the drive-through car wash, much to their delight.
Since he ended up with a smile AND a new pair of shoes, it appears that Cam was the big winner of the night.