Shoes.
so today i was sitting and waiting for a meeting to start outside my coordinator’s door and a little boy came up to me from the house. he is this little string bean kid with big ears and he’s super talkative and he bolts up the stairs, in tennis shoes that are very obviously about 4 sizes too big. they’ll probably end up fitting him in two years or so, but he is SOOOO proud of them. you can tell. they are definately kept clean, especially considering he is about a 9 year old boy. (here everyone washes their tennis shoes at least weekly and they keep them even when they are torn and falling apart and the soles are flapping around). anyways, he tells me that they are new and someone gave them to him. and then he says, like its a big secret, “but they dont fit me yet”. oh man, this is when you smile and say, “really? it looks like they fit fine”and leave it there.
and i was smiling for like ten minutes just watching him entertain himself by running up and down the stairs 
J