No Breathing...

Another nice snippet from my son Tom to my wife Angie. He was wanting these new shoes, "air raiders" or something (airators?). He was telling me yesterday that the shoes actually breathe.

So Angie went out and got him some today. He rarely asks for stuff, except for the occasional video game and, since our visit to David Drury's house a few weeks back, a Wii. He prayed to Santa to get him one at Christmas, but that's another story.

So today when he finally had the shoes on, he declared to Angie, "Look, Mom, I'm not breathing." Then apparently he stood there very quiet, like he was frozen.

Yep, that's my son--high on imagination and a little confused about how things actually work in the real world...