Before I went off to Japan earlier, inside the car and on the way to the airport, I was wearing my favorite boots. Asna was seated beside me.
“Asna, I love my shoes. Do you like them?”
“Yes, but they’re not shoes, they’re boots.”
“Of course their shoes! Boots are shoes.”
“No, boots are boots, shoes are shoes.”
“Anything you wear on you feet are shoes!”
She ignored me.