Shoes

Sunday morning my son decided to play outside. After much opposition, I gave in, and - shoes on his feet - he opened the back door and sprinted outside with a giggle.

Not more than 30 sec later I hear a blood-curdling scream. I jump up and out the door to see my son sprinting around the house crying "doggy! Scary!" The large hunting dog next door had charged the chain-link fence and barked. Down by the fence were his two shoes precisely where he was standing. He'd been scared out of his shoes like a cartoon! I tried hard not to laugh, but eventually broke down & rubbed his back while consoling him in-between laughing.