Talking footwear

When the shoe talks, it has to walk....
Term 4, week 3, and Luke's shoe cannot hold itself together any longer.
I so want to just glue the thing back together and push it through to the end of term.
In a desperate moment this morning, with no time to go and purchase new white sandshoes
before school (AND to top it off Luke has a Prep excursion to the Police Station this morning - can I send him with one shoe duc-taped at the toe in silver duc-tape on an official ride-on-the-bus excursion?...) I grab MacAttack's white sandshoes, which I fear may be too loose for him. Once on, he announces, "Wow Mum -  these aren't even tight"....  Are you saying your shoes ARE tight Luke?..."Yeah Mum - they've been tight for ages"...
Oh great....visions of foot-binding victims flash through my head, knee length calipers on my limping son as his friends climb the mountains with Heidi....bad mother, BAD MOTHER!!! How did I not know this? (apart from the obvious - I did not ask)
So, now I am ready to honour Febes' request for our weekly Coffee Shop date, and then off to puchase new white sandshoes Size 13 like his sister, for Luke.
If he's anything like me as a child, he will get them and instantly try to DE-whiten them before arriving at school tomorrow. Feel free to leave tips on how to take the SCREAMING NEWNESS out of white sandshoes...I know I wasn't the only one to have abhorred going to school with reflective sandies.