Shoes, that is.

A spotted a kid’s pair a few weeks ago while shopping, and while I’m pretty sure my mom didn’t let me wear jelly shoes when I was a kid because they were impractical, since Abby can’t walk yet I figured there was no reason not to get them for her. What can I say, aren’t parents suppose to live vicariously through their children?

Alas, they were out of Abby’s size, so I waited a week and went back. Nada. So, like the devoted mom that I have become, I went to every other kid’s store in the mall in search of jelly shoes until I found a pair in her size. I preferred the clear ones that had first caught my eye, but Abby seems to approve of these.

Litte toes in little shoes.