Boat Porn

My son, who is a grown man, hates buying shoes.  I have no idea what it is about shoe shopping that he loathes so much, he will wear his shoes to taters.  Lately I've noticed that he's been wearing Andrew's shoes.  So today I insisted that he go with me to get him a pair of shoes.  The first store we went to didn't have any styles he liked, so he suggested that we just go to a sporting goods store.  Of course, when we got to the sporting goods store we looked at kayaks, camp stoves, paintball guns, etc. first.  I asked him if it had just been a trick to say he'd get shoes at a sports shop.  He confessed that it might've been a little bit of a trick.  Nonetheless, we finally did find him shoes.

The sporting good store is right next to a bookstore, so after the shoes we went in to buy a celebratory magazine.  Kind of like when he was a little kid and he'd get a prize if he wasn't too big of a pain in the neck during shopping expeditions.  This is the magazine he got:

The only other time we bought this magazine was when the lottery was up to half a billion dollars and I bought him a lottery ticket and this magazine so he could think about what he'd do with the money.  He didn't win.  However, the magazine was a huge success at our house.  The young men who frequent our house spent hours pouring over it.  I have never seen a magazine get so much use.  After several weeks the magazine disappeared.  Zach searched high and low for it and finally decided that someone must have taken it home.  It was a sad day.

Despite not having come with a lottery ticket, today's purchase was an equal success.  The ninja has confiscated it for the duration of the afternoon.