It was the official rentrée, the first chaotic day of reality after a long summer break.
We were walking among perfectly-coiffed kids with their new backpacks and outfits on their way to school when I glanced over and saw my toddler hobbling along with his heels hovering in the air.
“Shit!” I said to my husband. “We forgot to get him new shoes.”
My son was so obsessed with his red suede Adidas we conveniently overlooked him busting out of them.
Next day at the shoe store, we embarrassing learned he had grown, not one, but two shoe sizes! Needless to say when he put his new sneakers (Adidas, again!) he was born-again.
Ripping his beloved pacifier out of his mouth big-boy style, he started running — down the ailes, down the street, to the park, around the park. Tirelessly, enthusiastically, like he had a new set of Duracell batteries on full blast.