I put on my shoes this morning only to find that Noah had autographed one of them. So just in case I lose my shoes, they can be returned to us. Maybe we should write our phone number as well.
The culprit (who is in desperate need of a haircut)...
When I asked Noah about the shoes, he walked directly to the kitchen table and said "I'll put myself on time-out."
At least something is sinking in.