Welcome . . .

to the Land of Hand-Me-Downs!!

Noah wanted to play outside today in sandals. Last year's sandals no longer fit. So he asks:
"Do I have any sandals in the box?"
"What box?"
"The box in the garage."
"What box in the garage?" (OK, I admit; I'm slow.)
"The box where all our shoes come from."
Yes, folks we have a magical box in our garage where sandals, dress shoes, and even cleats appear just in time for growing feet. (And ironically they look an awful lot like the shoes their brothers wore just a few years ago.) We have magical boxes for coats, clothes, and hats, too!