I looked down at my cute black Steve Madden slip on flats that really just made my outfit and silently debated whether or not to explain my fashion choices to the concerned fifth grade boy. Was there anything I could say to begin to give wearing shoes without socks in January any validity?
"I don't know," I admitted. "My feet are cold."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Mine aren't." He pointed to his feet, snug inside their socks and tennis shoes. He went back to work, leaving me to ponder my own common sense.
It's the little moments that make me love my job.