We are a family of five. My husband is the only person I know who doesn't look ridiculous in electric blue sneakers. The red shoes are my 'mom' shoes, flat, sensible and comfy. Big Brother loves to look 'smart' and well-dressed, a boy who considers being asked to wear jeans and a t-shirt as a form of punishment. Middle Sister is all about three things: pink, sparkles and ballet, hence the pink, sparkly ballet shoes. Little Brother is the jeans and t-shirt guy, too busy thinking about cars to worry about his shoes. And somehow it all works together, the way family always does.