The little angel has developed a footwear fetish.  Not only does she have an undying love for her own shoes, she loves yours.  She hates the sight of bare feet. All people must be wearing shoes at all times.

A few days ago, we were forced to go purchase her some new ones, as her little toes were hanging over the edges of her sandals.  Of course, it's still eight million degrees outside, but almost no one has sandals in toddler sizes anymore.  We ventured to Dillard's, where we scored her a pair of sandals featuring scary kitties wearing tiaras.

Now, the dilemma:  at what point to do you realize your child is her own person with her own sense of fashion and surrender the idea that you will dress her as you want to dress her forever?  The day she picks out shoes featuring kitties wearing tiaras.  I think these sandals are a little...LOUD.  As I think most kids' things are.  However, she immediately started drooling when she saw them and would not allow any other sandals other than the kitties and her own, hopelessly-too-small shoes to touch her feet, which had grown AN ENTIRE SIZE in two months.

So, the kitties won. I hear they are a big hit in Waddler B.  I shudder to picture her tween years.