"Tsoo, tsoo, tsoo"

Zach and I went to Old Navy last week. We passed some shoes on a rack, and he swiped them off the display. "Tsoo, tsoo, tsoo!"

I put them back and wheeled us away, but he kept shouting "Tsoo, tsoo, tsoo." So finally I let him hold them.

That wasn't enough. He started kicking off his shoes, and wanted to put "his new shoes" on!
Mommy gave in, and he got the shoes, though it was a tense few minutes as he had to WAIT while I figured out which ones would fit.

Now, at home, he will take off whichever shoes he's wearing and bring over his new shoes, "Tsoo, tsoo, tsoo," to have us put on the new ones. They're his FAVORITE!