Like My Shoes?

I am finally getting a few minutes to go through some pictures of my own from the last few months and laughed so hard at this picture.

Let me set the scene. This was after church. The Gent had taught that day. We come home and The Gent says, "Leish, do you like my shoes?" I glance down as I am getting the kids some lunch and say, "yeah, they look nice." He stops me and says, "seriously?"I take a second look. We both bust up laughing. Call it tired, busy, in a hurry, or whatever. He didn't notice until we were sitting in sacrament meeting (which for us is the last hour of church). I didn't notice at all even when he asked. What can I say, it had been a long week for both of us.