I looked down this morning during coffee and donut hour (which is, in fact, not the most important part of Sunday mornings, we often have to remind our sugar-lovin' children) at my son's feet.
And got a nice view of two different flip flops.
Yep. My son wore mismatched flip flops to church. You win some, you lose some. I didn't happen to remember to check his feet before we left for church, but, on the bright side, I did remember to bring him and all his siblings.
Big picture, people.