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Sunday, 30 May 2010
The other day as I was taking Curly Haired Beauty to pre-school she had a major strop and wanted to go home to change her shoes into red welly boots. We were halfway there and it was about to start raining. After much forceful wrestling and a call to D we had to head back and he met us at the top of the road with her welly boots. Really so much fuss just because she saw a puddle and wanted to jump in it a la Peppa Pig. Of course that meant I had to endure the walk back to school with her splashing in every puddle she saw, desperately tying to avoid the water on MY lovely shoes. They were two tone Ferragamo pumps with patent toes and heels. Mmmm sometimes she is her mother's child even though she doesn't look much like me. She sure has a thing about wanting to wear the right shoes for the right occasions. What have I created? Maybe having boys will be easier as I'm told by my SiL they don't fuss as much about what they wear.....