Barefoot

I arrived home from work to find the three children playing. Hats, mittens, coats and boots waddling around the yard. At the same time I pulled into the driveway Merry and David were headed to the door. They had had enough and were heading in to warm up.

Thomas was busy looking at David's tractor and seemed content, I took the opportunity to go to the shed and grab the garbage. Tomorrow morning the trash trucks come and they come early, if you do not get the trash out the night before you need to have them on the sidewalk before six.

As I left the trash barrels at the curb I could hear Thomas whimpering. He was not crying or screaming just a soft whimper. I slowly worked my way back to him and discovered he was walking around in the snow with one booted foot and one bare foot.

His boot had slipped off, along with his sock and the poor little devil was barefoot in the snow. It was only for a minute or two but man that kids foot must have been cold!