Big Shoes to Fill

Daddy’s shoes are so funny. They’re just like mine but huge! If they’re size twelve, my shoes must be about a size one-half. Still, when he’s not looking I like to slip them on and take a stroll. They’re so loose that it’s hard to steer them, and sometimes they go east and west when I want to go north. They’re so big that I have to lift my leg really high to take a step forward. I feel like a barge operator who has to plan his turns a quarter-mile in advance. Some people say you don’t really know a man until you have taken a walk in his shoes. Maybe when I’m older I’ll understand that custom.