Seeing as yesterday was the feast of St. Nicholas and we leave shoes out and such, I thought now was a perfect time to talk about my girls and their beloved obsession:
It’s something that certainly sets them apart from the boys. Really, my boys have never sat enraptured before me, offering pair after pair of shoes for me to put on and then enthusiastically cheer each time I clad my feet. And for that, make no mistake, I am grateful for that. Grateful, I say! But I LOVE that my girls beg me day after day for this game.
Just tonight, in fact, as we cleaned the kids room over and around 2,000 air soft pellets that Ellie had spilled on the floor (another story for another time . . . ), Tess came to my rescue. “Here Mom, so that your feet don’t hurt.” she said as she offered me my black heels. Ah, the naivete of youth!
Anyway, having a soft spot for shoes myself, I am beside myself that the girls share this weakness. But Ellie? She takes it to a whole other level.
“Shoooz! Ock!” These were some of her first words and they are most often the first words on her lips in the morning. And she loves shoes so much she is non discriminating. If it has a sole, it winds up on her feet. It doesn’t even have to be at our house – now THAT’S saying something about her devotion.
Mary calls her Imelda.
I think it’s amazing.
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