Curtis and I were laughing so hard while we were watching this, especially when they said the incident happened in Missouri (Curt's homeland). I was literally wiping tears off my face.
Just today the kids and I were getting ready to meet my mom for lunch and I was spazzing out because I couldn't find Jackson's "crocodile shoes." (They're the only ones that fit right now.) Mom said, "Honey, just let him come barefoot."
"Um, Mom? Jackson is not a baby anymore. They're not gonna let him in the restaurant like that."
Mom's been working way too hard lately, so I had to cut her some slack. She was fatigued.
Call me a redneck, but Annabeth hasn't worn shoes in a couple of months. I've never worried that I might be asked to leave a restaurant because of her barefootedness, much less that someone might threaten to call the cops on us.
Oh man, thanks for the hearty laugh, BK!