This morning RJ brought me a pair of snadals she'd outgrown, grunting emphatically and holding them out to me. I told her those shoes wouldn't fit her and so I proceeded to take them out of her hand and put them out of reach and figured she'd forget about it. She then collapsed on the floor and started crying, brokenheartedly...clearly communicating "how could you take those perfectly good shoes out of my hand and not on my feet?!?!" When I clued in to what was happening, I walked into her room and found some shoes that did fit her. When I showed them to her, she got giddy, sat down and held up her foot. Amazing. All the girl wanted was a pair of shoes on.
Later that day, while at Target with all 3 kiddos, we walked by the shoes. I made the mistake of passing the red sparkly "Dorothy shoes" and she got a glimpse of them. She gasped out loud and started pointing and crunting at them over and over. The boys were hilarious, Will said "Mommy, I think Rebecca Jane really likes those shoes and wants a pair." Even he noticed it!!! As my luck would have it, they are not made small enough for her so we moved on and I quickly became "that mom" in Target. So embarassed. Not by my loud, active boys...but by my baby girl. Throwing a fit. About shoes.
Welcome to life with a girl, I guess?
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