So I began my day wearing two different shoes.
Good news: I noticed before I left the house for work.
I'm-an-idiot news: It was only AFTER I walked downstairs and noticed my right shoe was clicking on the hardwood floor louder than the left.
I'd like to say they were at least the same color.
My son had a more productive day, building a Valentine's Day box. Out of plastic blocks.
Complete with cannons. My guess is they are his last line of defense in case some girl tries to smooch on him.