Here's Cary with his special shoes:
I have fond memories of a similar activity from my own childhood. When my dad came home from work, he was almost invariably immediately covered in ecstatic children. There were four of us, and after a hug (maybe), we'd each latch on to a limb. Dad would make his way to the kitchen, walking in some kind of exaggerated imitation of Frankenstein, where he'd finally get to greet my mom. Happy times!