FYI, Troy came up with the title. Yesterday I learned a new title for these type of rubber boots and was reminded once again that I was raised a city girl. My dad proudly bought them for Ty a couple of weeks ago when my family came for a visit. I said they were perfect for rainy days, snow days and just for fun days! Sunday happened to be a rainy day and Ty wanted to try on his new boots in between the showers. He wasn't too sure how to move his feet at first, but soon got the hang of it and was quite proud. Troy came home from a morning visit to a house church in our network and saw Ty and said, "He has his poo kickers on!" He really meant to say the 4 letter word that begins with S, but we don't want to expose Ty to that word just yet. Troy reminded me of his poo kicking days growing up castrating pigs and scooping poop for extra moola. I still have a hard time putting my finger around the fact that my husband ever did that. He is more of the academic variety then the get your hands dirty (even though he can) type.