The dangers of barefoot. These two have been sneaking around for six or more years now. I won't see them for weeks or even months and then they stealthily place themselves directly in my path in the middle of the night. oh and can't forget Legos. Legos. Oi.
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And outdoors, might I add some of the pointy debris that falls from trees in the spring? All over my deck right now!
+1!!! on the Legos. I have boys and can totally relate. OUCH!
lol. I do get a kick out of it when one of the kids steps on one barefoot and is a big drama queen about it! told ya to pick up your toys!
And why is it that you always land on those toys in the most uncomfortable way possible?
....but one day, all too soon, I will walk (even more slowly) through my house and there won't be anything fun to step on at all. I remember that fact when I count to 10 (okay 5) before yelling at my kids. ;-) Oh, I still usually yell but it's soften a little.
That makes me hurt just looking at them.
I'd probably walk around in my hokas
Shellyrm,
I know there will be a day I will long for the Good Ol Days to have toys strewn about and hopefully I will be blessed with grandkids to curse their toys :)
i'll add a danger that you haven't experienced, but as the mom of girls only i get the joy of - plastic costume jewelry. especially gaudy rings with huge jewels in the middle - as well as hair clips, barbie shoes, and the gender neutral favorite - seashells/ rocks. my kids are obsessed with their collections, and then dumping them out on the carpet to "sort" them. ow ow ow
It's legos at my house. ouch.
Argh, those Legos - the bigger the kids grow the smaller and shaper they seems to get! I think there is someone you can call to take care of those pesky household ankylosauruses and stegosauruses!
Wow... those dino's are wicked looking! And yes, with twin 7 yo boys, Legos can get out of hand... those smart beyond words because usually you are half asleep and not in your best "barefoot" form :-)
Yes, the toys. Oy. Funny thing, when I tell people I sometimes run barefoot, they ask, "What about stepping on glass...or dog poop?" I've never stepped on either on a run, but more than one morning, on the way to make my coffee in the still dark house, my bare feet have found doggie gifts of various types.
I tell people the danger isn't barefoot running, it's going barefoot when you get out of bed. ;-)
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