These Boots Are Made For Stompin'

Clomp, clomp, clompity, clomp. Ah, yes; I love the pitter-patter of little elephants stampeding through the kitchen... James bought a $15 pair of snowboots at REI's "used" gear sale (the only thing wrong with them was a slightly frayed lace), and they're already fully amortized as the perfect self-occupying toy. I can't get them off Jack's feet unless he falls asleep. The good news in all this is that I was finally able to get him out of the torn and dirty Spiderman costume he's been wearing nonstop since last Halloween. I wonder what it will take to distract him from this latest fixation... Are you ready boots? Start stompin'!