Today a package arrived from a kids' gear store. Inside were a pair of water shoes like these I had ordered for Clara so her tender little feet would be protected when we go to the water park and pool this summer. When I opened the package and pulled out the shoes, Clara got silent. Mesmerized by the glorious beauty of the rubber and mesh she sat down on the floor facing me and stuck her tiny pink feet out in front of her. I handed her the water shoes, she gave them the once-over and then grunted at me while she shoved them back into my hands. Her request to me was clear and simple: put these magical slippers on her feet. I acquiesced and she stood up to take them for a test run. Strutting around the house, she kept her gaze always on the shoes. When one would fall off she would return to me and shove the aberrant shoe into my hand so that I could quickly restore it to its rightful place on her foot.
When David arrived home from work she was barefoot again and I handed her one of the water shoes, telling her to go show daddy. She dutifully took it over to him and then shoved it into his hand while grunting her request that he please put it on her foot. We eventually had to hide them so she would leave us alone.
This is all so incredibly cute until you realize that she is only 11 months old! I mean, what kind of shoe budget are we going to have to set for her when she can actually talk?
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