Her two left feet… I mean SHOES.
Actually… Two left SHOES.
Before I became a mom I assumed I’d hit lows.
I just had no idea that a day would come where my husband would call up the stairs and say,
Hey Jenny? These shoes you want Lucy to wear… they’re both left feet.
In which case I find myself weighing my options… Lucy in a pretty holiday dress… wearing navy blue tennies with peace signs OR a pair of shiny(ish) black Mary Janes… that are both left shoes. I yell down…
Oh. Yeeeeeaaaaah. Uh…. Just have her wear the black ones. No one will notice.
Lest you forget, we’ve been known to wear one flip flop and one boot.
And when I write WE, I mean LUCY.
Oh, by the way… the 2 left shoes in question I discovered are not same size. One is a size 1 and the other is a 13.5.
I was going to take a picture of my sweet girl in her different-sized, 2 left shoes… But I was ashamed. Somehow a written story is less pathetic-seeming when unaccompanied by a picture of a cute little girl oblivious to the 2 left shoes on her feet.
I don’t know why. I’m talking about my little girl who wears the cut-off legs of sweat pants on her feet and head…
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