He said, "They are not shoes mom, they're boots!"
I said, "Don't be such a smart alack!"
He said, "My name is not Alec mom!"
I promptly rolled my eyes and gave him the look. He got his shoes, I mean boots on.
While saying our goodbyes the kids made snow angels, skated on the ice in the drive way and giggled so loud that I thought we would wake the neighbors. They slept good that night. Thank you Aunt Ginger for a wonderful evening.