Financially, 8-year-old feet are terrorists.
So, to the 8-year-old feet currently kicking the back of my car seat: 8 year old feet
You drive me crazy. You cost me a fortune in socks and shoe leather. You smell like a locker room. Financially, 8-year-old feet are terrorists
If you have ever lived with an 8-year-old, you know that they are a walking paradox. One minute they are reciting facts about black holes with the seriousness of a NASA engineer, and the next, they are trying to see how far they can slide across the kitchen floor in their socks. 8-year-old feet are terrorists. So
Just... please put your shoes in the hallway, not directly in front of the washing machine. A parent can dream.