We went to the park at our apartment this evening. There is a ton of sand there, so all the kids take off their shoes. Mateo left his McQueen Crocs that his Litos bought him for his birthday by the steps. When we got ready to leave, they were gone...nowhere to be found. After about 20 minutes of searching the park, we finally accepted that they were taken. Mateo cried all the way home (mourning his loss).
Even though it was late when we got back, Miguel felt so bad for the little guy's first exposure to the negative side of humanity, they headed to the mall to buy new ones. No character Crocs could be found...they searched store after store.
This picture shows what Mateo looked like when he returned home from the mall (no, it was not raining). I think this displays just how bad Miguel felt about the shoe robbery and needless to say, Mateo went to bed happy as a clam.