I helped papa sit on the couch as his hair fell into his face. He drank a lot tonight and was being a dork. He started looking around all over in a panic.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"I can't find my shoes!" He said in fear. I giggled and gave him his shoes from the coat closet.
"Here you go baby."
He smiled at me and went to put them on. A few moments later he started to sob. I ran over to comfort him.
"What's the matter?" I asked him.
"There's a hole in my shoe! MY SHOEUWU'S." He screamed and cried harder.
I held him close as he cried and fell asleep. Man, he sure does love his shoes.
