Why do I never realize my children’s feet have grown until late the night before they need to wear dress-up-shoes? Nothing like a midnight shoe-buying trip to Wal-Mart to make you feel like a total failure as a mother…

But my son has a choir performance tomorrow morning at 8 am! We tried on every pair of dress shoes to be found (you would think with three boys, something would fit). All possibilities were either too small or looked like clown shoes. Off to Wal-Mart. The saddest thing about having boys is that they don’t appreciate new shoes. The other day I came home from Target with a pair of new pink tennis shoes for my two-year old daughter. I hadn’t been home for five minutes when she spied them, still in the bag and ran across the room crying, “New shoes!!!”

Now for this week’s recommendations: I don’t have any books to recommend about new shoes, but there is a wonderful song called “New Shoes” by Dierdre Flint, one of the funniest folk singers I know. I love this song; I love this CD. Someday I will leave academia to write hilarious folk songs. For now, I will close with a great trashy crime novel recommendation, The Pistol Poets by Victor Gischler. Great to read after you have finished your BME301 homework.