After While, Crocodile

I just don't get the Crocs phenomenon. I tend to think it's strange to walk around in holey, neon colored rubber shoes that look remarkably akin to what Martha Stewart wears to tend her crops or to shower while incarcerated. I don't know that I can subscribe to this one folks. And Elena will not put her baby feet in a tiny tot-sized pair, either. Child size wedges on the other hand...