I may have been binding Roy’s feet. Scott likes to buy children’s shoes on the big side. Nothing crazy, but you can count on any one of The Three coming home in a shoe that’s a full size larger than what one of those store employees with the slider thing would sell you. This was a source of concern for me at some point (Won’t they trip and break their noses in those clown shoes?) but I grew out of this. My shopping style is not really what’s called for in buying children’s shoes—well, the boys’ at least. Trying to find a shoe that doesn’t look like it belong to a street artist in training is stressful to me. My husband, on the other…