Winter has finally arrived and the year's first snowfall meant that we had to haul the winter garb out of storage before we could make a trip to the grocery store. Bud pulled on his boots and climbed into the car, but we were only a few feet into the store before he let out a howl of pain.
"Ow!" he yelled. "My foot!"
I leaned down to pull off his boot. "Where does it hurt, Bud?" I asked.
"My heart hurts!" he wailed.
My own heart skipped a beat. "Your HEART hurts?"
"My FOOT heart," he said, grabbing his foot and pointing to the bottom.
And then my own heart melted.
"Oh, honey," I said. "Not heart."
"No, not your heart. Your sole."