Today I put together Jacob’s new “moon shoes” that he received for his birthday. Who would have dreamed that moon shoes would require assembly? Lots and lots of rubber bands - 24 as a matter of fact - had to be stretched through the shoe platforms and hooked onto the base. I cannot even tell you how many times those big, thick rubber bands either snapped at my fingers or flew through the air. Plus, they were coated with some sticky goo. (And, yes, I’m fairly certain that “sticky goo” is the formal name for that annoying glaze.)
Anyway, I finished putting the shoes together and Jacob was very excited to try them. He wanted to wear them outside and run and leap and bounce, just like on the tv commercial. He bundled up, velcroed on the straps, and clomped out the door six inches taller than usual. Within 2 minutes, he was stumbling back into the house, crying and limping. Apparently, his left foot fell off the shoe platform and his ankle twisted during the half-foot drop to the ground. So, if you happen to notice him hobbling around, know that his injury is not from a skiing accident, or a bike crash, or even a simple fall down the stairs. Nope, my graceful son was wounded by his moon shoe.
