Sunday August 20, 2006
With crocs I can retrieve kids from puddles, carry kids over overflowing gutters, step into the bathtub without taking off my shoes (and taking a chance at losing my balance) for those emergency hose-downs, and can breeze through vomit, pee, and poop landing on my shoes. I can wear them into the shower and let them clean themselves when they get dirty. I can deal with toilets overflowing from toys being flushed and dishwashers overflowing from crappy plumbing. All manner of grossness can be handled without worrying about ruining expensive shoes. Plus, my back doesn’t hurt and I don’t slide on slick surfaces.
So, even though I started by getting them because they were cheaper than fixing my much loved b.irks, I have grown to really love how much of a workhorse they are.
