Yesterday afternoon, Al and I took the kids to Kohl's for a little fall shopping. Gabe needed shoes, underwear and socks ... you know, the boring stuff.
While standing in the toddler shoe aisle, Al found a really (I need to emphasize "really") cute pair of sandals in Ada's size. She took one look at them, sat down and started pulling off her used navy blue pair. They were a perfect fit, and after the initial try-on, Ada decided they were not leaving her feet.
This was actually a good thing, because here I was, trying to get just one more month out of Ada's current sandals, which are so tight she comes home with red toes. I knew the shoes were bad when the daycare ladies started hinting that I was dressing my daughter in completely ill-fitting foot gear.
Anyway, back to the story ...
So there sits Ada in her pretty shoes, parading up and down the aisle for Daddy and Momma, when we find the one pair of tennis shoes in Gabe's size. Al told him the blue sneakers were "fast shoes." Gabe tries them on and takes off down the aisle, exhibiting to us just how fast his sneakers were.
So, we had two happy kids.
That night, Ada still hadn't taken her shoes off. (She was also getting really crabby, which plays into the next part of this story.) We were having ice cream on the deck with our neighbors when Ada tipped her cone upside down, dumping the entire vanilla concoction on her new shoes. Oh, the shrieks! Oh, the screams! Our little girl was not upset about losing her ice cream. No, sir! She was tramautized that the ice cream had touched her new shoes! I quickly wiped them off, cleaned her off and put her to bed.
This morning, she couldn't wait to wear her new shoes. And Gabe couldn't wait to show his teachers how "fast" his sneakers are.
So there's my tale of two pairs of shoes. :)
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