Here's an example of the difference in maturity and (one hopes) thoughtfulness between adults and kids.
And yes, it has to do with feet. Big ones.
Imagine you're an adult, a slender and short one, maybe 5'4" and 140lbs. You're a stealer, a thief, a nicker of other people's stuff. And you loooove breaking into cars. One summer night as you're casing joints and sussing out stealing sites, you come across a truck and you gain access via your usual sophisticated method: the window and a rock.
You reach inside and help yourself to a few items, maybe some CDs, a phone charger, a jacket . . . and then your hands settle upon a pair of shoes. To be more precise, a pair of size fifteen sneakers. Yes, I said size fifteen.
Now, as a diminutive chap, two thoughts will likely go through your head:
1. "What the hell do I want with a pair of size fifteen sneakers?" (Granted, if you come from a family of clowns, this thought will not occur.)
2. "Wow, these shoes are big, I hope their owner isn't standing behind me. Maybe I should leave them and run away."
The second thought, I can assure you, did not occur to the young man in question. I know that because the victim of the theft reported his shoes stolen.
I suspect the first thought did, once he got home, and in my mind that would have been an amusing moment to witness.
And a nod to a copycat, the good people at Slate.com who have realized what I've known all along: a crime blog is fun. Actually, I expect good things from them, I do like their work.