Your momma wears combat boots... yeah, and?
One of my fondest memories is of my youngest son, who was 18 months at the time, tromping around the house wearing my combat boots. It was quite a sight, the darn things came up to his thighs, but he kept on tromping - happy as can be. Looking back I realize how much I wish I'd had a damn camcorder,... Sign in to see full entry.