Those Boots

They are never hard to hear.
The boots cannot be quiet.
They stomp and race through the house often these days.
On cold days, with pants.
On warm days, with shorts.
They are hard to get a good glimpse of.
And they're always on the feet of my spirited, lively, most favorite little four year old.

They are often paired up with a true-to-life cowboy hat.
Sometimes a trusty stick horse.
Maybe even a bright yellow gun that click-click-clicks everywhere it goes.
But those boots always come along with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.