I have an 8-year-old half-brother. Have I ever mentioned that? Probably not, but I do; so, now you know. So, this 8-year-old half-brother likes shoes. Wearing the shoes, buying the shoes, lacing the shoes...unlacing the shoes. The funkier they are laced, the better. The boy likes shoes more than most women I know & I know some prissy-ass, shoe-loving women.
Now, whenever he is at my house, I can usually find him in the bedroom with various pairs of my shoes pulled out of the closet. I usually just leave him to do whatever he's doing and investigate the damage later. Whatever, he's not actively trying to kick my ass, so we're good. (I can totally take him down, for the record. ha!) Usually the damage is oddly laced shoes & lace carcasses laying around the room.
I don't mind, I just wish that he'd re-lace them. No, actually no I don't. Call me weird if you must, but I have a certain way I like my shoes laced. If they're laced any other way, it feels weird and wrong. Must re-lace!!!!
Plus, I'm pretty sure the green laces don't go in the blue shoes. Maybe I'm just weird and need to experiment with colour mixing, but no. So, now if I want to wear a particular pair of shoes, I'm going to have to hunt down in which other pair the laces are and then re-lace them.
Like this morning. Because I'm pretty sure this particular pair came with laces.

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