"My boot is hurt!"

On Tuesday the boys went with Kyle on the three wheeler to shut off the cannon at the hatchery (it scares the birds.....supposedly). Anyway, when they got home, Tanner somehow tucked his foot up next to the muffler. Luckily they were getting off and Kyle smelled the burning rubber. These boots (which I was just making fun of in my last post) saved my baby's foot. Kyle got the boot off and once it was cool, we examined it. Another millimeter and it would have melted through. Do you see what happened to this boot in seconds? Ignore the powdered donut mess on my table.....it wasn't mine, I swear.


I've never seen Tanner so upset. I asked him if he was hurt. "Yes!" he said, "My boot is hurt!" His little lip was quivering. He was truly heartbroken and scared. I have NEVER, and I repeat NEVER, seen my boy so sad. Nothing phases him. Nothing hurts him. I don't think I've ever seen him cry that way (he generally only "cries" until Hunter is in trouble). He felt the heat, but his pain tolerance is so high that he never says anything. He wouldn't even touch the burnt part of the boot because "It's so hot!" I love my little guy and I can honesly say that I now love those boots. We could've had one horrible disaster on our hands. We bought him a new pair last night.