“The toes of our ratty black sneakers touched.”
“You Romans wash too much to be true men. Washing is for women, to clean our breeches and our vests. And even they barely let their toes touch the stream! Hah!”
“Phoebe tapped the toe of her sneaker against the dock. “There’s only one good use for a man like Heath Champion.”“Here we go again,” Molly muttered. Phoebe’s lip curled. “Target practice.”
“We are crayons and lunchboxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.”
“Oh dear," said Jace..."I hope that wasn't anything important.""It was a sleeping potion," she said angrily, toeing the vial with the tip of a sneaker. "And now it's gone.""If only Simon were here. He could bore you to sleep.”
“Anything that brings spiritual, mental, or physical weakness, touch it not with the toes of your feet.”