Boots

Sarah has been looking for a new pair of boots.  We went out and tried to find a pair the other day, but couldn't seem to track down anything in her size that was very attractive.  Today when Jared got home from school we decided to take Thor to the mall and wander around, just to get out of the house.  While cruising around University Mall we decided to take it upon ourselves to try and find a pair of boots for Sarah.  We found her size, and then had me try them on, and since I'm not that much smaller than her, we figured that would give us a good idea of whether or not the boots were going to fit properly.  We really weren't having much luck until we happened upon some little shop in the middle of the mall.  Jared requested to see a pair of boots in Sarah's size, and I proceeded to try them on.  While this was going on Jared was talking to the girl about the boots, Sarah's shoe size, and style preferences.  The sales girl looked a little confused.  I'm there trying the shoes on, while Jared's referring to a "she" that would leave any observer to conclude that either he's a freak for talking about me like I'm not really there, or there's me, the baby, Jared, and some unnamed third party that is not present.  I just feel bad for Sarah having to work so much that her husband and sister have to go out and do her shoe shopping for her.  On the bright side we did wind up buying a pair of boots that are going to work for her.