Excuse me while I have a mom moment.
The jumble of shoes at our back door is corralled in an old laundry basket. But that’s not what catches my eye every time I walk by it.
My 4th grader’s feet are catching up with mine.
She’s only about 2 sizes behind me, if that. That’s right. The baby girl I had 9 1/2 years ago, whose tiny feet kicked me in the ribs when she was in the womb, is going to be wearing my shoes sooner rather than later. Granted I have smallish feet but still. She’s already slipping on my faux Uggs to go get the mail and trying on my flats.
A side-by-paw, I mean shoe, comparison of my girly pink shoe and one of my daughter’s new shoes.
As a baby, she was already scoping out the shoes in my closet.
We headed out to a local sporting goods store Monday to do a little shopping with her Christmas cash and being the sporty tomboy that she is, she chose black and white and silver running shoes from the boys’ section.
At the current rate her feet are growing she’ll be shopping in my closet for shoes by 6th grade.
But not if I continue to buy pink shoes.
Mwaa haa haa haa.