Let me turn your focus to the croc-knock-offs. I'm not a huge fan of crocs. But, there is something to be said about a shoe that can get muddy sandy, and rinsed right off. Sam wasn't really into the idea of new shoes, so in order to convince him, I quickly called them "monster shoes". Sounds like more fun than crocs. (Unless you are a little boy who happens to like crocodiles already.) And it worked! Now they are his favorite. The black socks are kind of defeating the whole purpose. But I can't win them all.