Luke found an old pair of Brad's shoes, and played with them for the better part of the afternoon.
At one point, he was dragging them around by the laces and calling them "best friends." I asked him if the shoes were his best friends, and he looked at me like I was utterly stupid.
"No," he replied in a disgusted voice. "They are best friends with each other."
Of course they are. How silly of me.
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