Daddy's Shoes

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!