Learning to live with things

Sam has a pair of slip-on shoes that are a bit snug to get on (but don’t worry, we pressed the ends in a parental way and his toes have plenty of space). Every time I put them on him he complains, because he feels they’re not quite right. So I’ll thoughtfully twist each one around for a moment to adjust them, and ask if they’re OK now. He grunts with satisfaction, and we move on.