Maya has a pair of knock-off pink Crocs. She has learned to put them onto her feet, which brings her profound joy.
Sadly, she puts them exclusively on the WRONG feet. Also she screams bloody murder if you attempt to remove the shoes and switch feet. We're talking full-body meltdown, here, people. You pick your battles, right?
I wonder, though, if the people at the stores really are thinking terrible things about my capacity to mother, or if it's all a figment of my imagination.
Posted by andrea at August 26, 2008 08:22 PM