These boots...

Little bear loves his welly boots. In fact, he adores them, he will not be parted from them.

Yesterday dear heart persuaded him to try sandals instead. It was unfortunate that he picked the old sandals that were a bit tight, but little bear was persuaded to come downstairs without his boots.

It didn't last - he was getting more and more distressed and eventually I said, 'Why don't you try your other sandals?' These are lovely and soft, but alas, a little big - he won't grow into them for at least a fortnight! And they were not his boots! Also little bear used to call them boops, and apart from always calling them boots to him I didn't make a big thing of the matter, but I think someone at nursery did try because now they are 'boo-tssssss' and it is so sweet.

Well, after the sandals I tried slippers, cute tiger ones that he had previously loved. Little bear was getting more and more distressed.

He is back in his boots. He even sleeps in them. He walked four miles in them, on top of his usual travels, on Thursday. Dear heart and I keep filling them with talc in the hope to bring a little freshness. I am looking forward to this phase ending. Until then he will continue to stump around at breakfast in the pyjamas and wellies looking very pleased with himself!