Just do it, says Nike

Now that we are starting to walk and all, I decided it's time for shoes. Baby has a closet full of them and we need to start looking more civilized.

As I attempted to put shoes on the wiggly creature, you would have thought I was trying to murder him. He screamed and kicked. The helpless screaming tears remained even while standing, where he stayed, paralyzed, staring down at his evil, awful Nike baby shoes.

I took them off and said, "Fine, Matthew! Be barefoot! You're a California baby anyway. We may just wear flip flops forever."