Proof of a) my son being the sweetest kid ever or b) me being a terrible mom:
My 8-year-old: Mom? My feet kinda hurt.
Me: Really? Where do they hurt?
My son: All over. But especially my toes.
Me: Did you stub your toe? Or maybe your shoes are getting tight?
My son: I think it’s my shoes. They don’t hurt as much when I take them off.
Me: Well, let’s try them on and see where your toes are at.
*Tries shoes on, discover toes have to be curled up in order to fit inside them since shoes are at least two sizes too small.*
Me: HONEY! Why didn’t you tell me your shoes didn’t fit!
My son: Because I know you don’t have any money.
Me: Sweetheart, I don’t have any money to buy more toys or things we don’t need. I can buy you shoes!
My son: Oh.
Me: You can’t wear these anymore. Try mine on and see if they fit for this afternoon, then we can go into town and get you new ones tomorrow.
*Tries shoes on, discover his feet are the exact same size as mine.*
My son: They fit! Now you don’t have to buy me new shoes!
**Edited to add: I will be buying him his own shoes - no worries. :-)