The girl and I did some shoe shopping this week. She needs some spring shoes and I had some Kohl’s cash to use up, we the munchkins and I headed to Kohls. The little guy entertained himself trying on every possible rain boot and the girl and I got to shopping.
The white shoe was ‘too round’ and the gladiator sandals, while cute, look like she’ll outgrow them quickly and that was the largest size they came in. She is a size 11.5, which at Kohls means you go to the ‘girl’ shoes for a 12, as opposed to the ‘toddler’ shoes for an 11. She’s crossed the barrier…
And then she spots these:
Cute, right? Cute for a teenager or adult. Not a kindergartener. Yet, these were a size 12. I present a kindergartner in the kindergarten version of stripper heels:
Something about the patent leather, ankle straps and platform under the foot bed made these all kinds of wrong for my little 6 year old. Can we not just let our girls be little girls before we rush them into ‘sexy’ shoes??? She, of course, loved them, but since she almost broke her ankle about four times walking between the shelf and the bench, she agreed they weren’t for her.
We settled on a couple of a bit more age appropriate pairs:
You know what you can’t do in stripper heals?
We took advantage of some fantastic weather early in the week to visit a new park. I call this one “Little Boy Meets Big Hay Figure With Metal Ta-Tas and a Broom”
Transitioning from shoe shopping and parks, I present road kill.
This poor little dead armadillo at the entrance of our neighborhood has provided way more discussion that I anticipated. We talked about armadillos at length (thank you google) and, once the vultures descended, talked about vultures and the circle of life (thank you Elton John).
ps – vultures are creepy. just like little kids in patent, ankle-strapped high-heels.