Heels, Redux

I was going to just post a comment on this subject on CK's blog when we lost our Internet connection last night. Having just restored it (hope it is a permanent fix) I decided to journalize my comment here instead.

Her post and a conversation with my brother last night while I was reading about her "heel" adventures made me think of a time when my little bro used to wear our mother's (GG Kaos) heels.

Not by choice, mind you, but by brute force and intimidation. For some reason, Aunt Tuna and I rejoiced in a cruel streak and forced him to put on the heels and run down the hallway. Before he could get halfway, we would delightfully throw whatever we had available (mostly I remember pillows) at his running little ankles and knock him off his feet. Then we would make him do it again until we grew tired of watching him fall.

Ah, childhood memories....for the life of me I don't know why he did not refuse to cooperate, there was no reward for playing our little game, only a sore butt.

We were lucky that he never lost a heel, that would have been difficult to explain.