His morning started off lousy due to a hungry puppy mistaking his beloved Tom’s for a snack. I tossed the shoes in the trash just as said puppy grabbed a stuffed animal from Oliver’s open backpack and ran as fast as he could to find a good chomping place. The stuffy was wet from dog slobber but relatively unharmed. The same could not be said for my boy. We pep talked on the floor in the corner of the living room and agreed the day could only get better from here. He was feeling bummed about his Tom’s which had only been taken out of winter hibernation days before. Little did he know that later in the day he would try on his older sister’s (too small) Tom’s only to find that they fit him perfectly.
And the world spins madly on.
I need to know asap. What is a Tom?