enforcing house rules

Yesterday, I had a late work thing so I didn't get home until close to 8pm. By then Owen and Tom already had dinner and Owen was in his PJ's releasing the last of his energy before bedtime. Owen was excited that I was home (as he always is) - hopping across the entire kitchen like a bunny and shouting "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!". That's his new thing - not ma or mom - it's mommy. He gets all the way over to me and I ask him if I can get a hug. His answer, "No - shoes off!" It was said with gusto and the index finger pointing at my new Nine West boots I was doning.