When I picked the boy up from preschool on Friday he told me his shoes were too tight. He had recently outgrown his sneakers and we told him he couldn't wear them anymore because they were "too tight." So being the loving mother that I am, I glanced down at his Croc, saw space in the back, assumed he was projecting what he had heard us say about his sneakers onto his Crocs and dismissively told him he was fine. On Saturday, he again told me they were too tight. Knowing that they fit him, but in an attempt to put an end to the "too tight" shenanigans I lowered my pregnant self to the ground to investigate. I did the official "check to see if it fits" test by pinching the toe (there was room) and feeling the back (there was room) and once again deemed him to be fine and sent him off to play in the yard. On Sunday, he began to hobble around in his Crocs like a wounded dog. As I began to ponder rather inheriting my flair for the dramatics was a good thing or not, he limped his way over to Hubby and reported that his shoes were too small. Hubby actually took the time to do something I failed to do and that was to remove and investigate BOTH shoes (I assumed checking one was as good as checking the pair). He quickly discovered that the boy was wearing one of his shoes on one foot and someone else's much smaller shoe on the other foot. The Crocs (blue and green with Mickey Mouse shaped holes) were identical with the exception of the right and left shoe being different sizes...the smaller being a size he outgrew an entire year ago. I did feel very guilty at this point and we whisked him away to Stride Rite moments later (it was either that or wear his snow boots) where Grammy bought him these cool kicks.
Now I'm left wondering how I will ever keep track of the belonging of three children when I can't seem to manage just two shoes.
S
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