The shoes

Last evening, as I kissed my sleeping angel good night, I noticed a line of shoes against the wall. Thinking that was strange, I asked hubby what was going on with the boy's shoes. He begins with "well, he is your son." Apparently, he had lined up his shoes with labels to identify the purpose of the shoe. A baseball was set next to his cleats. An A&M logo next to his new Aggie flip-flops. A star wars toy next to his star war logo shoes. Nothing was set next to his every day shoes, because, well they're just every day shoes.