If I didn't know better....

...I'd tell you this is not my child.  I love shoes. A lot.

I was so excited to take Lady Bug out to buy her first pair. I knew it wouldn't be easy. The poor kid got my feet, short and fat.  They're adorable, but she seriously has the shoe size of a 0-6 month old. Which means many lines don't even make pre-walker shoes that small and if they do, I can't get her squishy little piggies in them because they're too wide for any shoe that small.

What I didn't expect was a meltdown of epic proportions that involved rolling across the floor, kicking her legs and screaming as though she was being threatened with a stiletto heel.


5 coloring pages, 2 balloons, and 1 stuffed animal-- all compliments of Nordstroms' employees who were desperate to quell her screaming lest we scare away the other kids-- I ran out of their with a pair shoes that I bought out of sheer embarrassment.




And I don't mean embarrassment because my kid was wailing. Kids cry, tantrums happen. Embarrassment because  I could not stop laughing at the Oscar-worthy theatrics. It was quite the ridiculous comedy.