The Clash of the Toddler

So this is what Pierce had on yesterday, from his aunt Pam and uncle George:

George restores antique firetrucks, and Pierce is a type of firetruck I think.  Anyhow, he ordered Pierce his  own Pierce shirt.  Very cool! 

So I said, "Pierce, go get some shoes and socks on so we can go have a picnic out on the porch".  It was a balmy (for these days) 59* on our thermometer.  Off he scampers.  Now, do you think he came back with some reasonable tennis shoes?  With maybe some socks that had a stripe of red in them?  Or perhaps some boots?

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Dude.  That's just wrong.