AND then (I know I started a sentence with "And"--sorry grammar guros!) once I succumbed to the notion that shoes on the wrong feet are the norm, she started to put them on the right feet. I cried. Not tears of joy. You would think I would shout for joy that my "teachings" had finally sunken in. Instead, I cried knowing the innocence of "shoes on the wrong feet" are gone. My little girl is growing up. A new norm has been born.
Every now and then, I see the shoes on the wrong feet and I smile. Aw, the good old days when things were constant.
1 comment:
The shoes are dang cute, even if they're on the wrong feet! Save 'em for me? ;)
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