I woke up this morning with my head throbbing and a sore throat. Darn you, oak pollen, darn you to heck.
And since the pressure in my head is preventing me from coming up with much of anything that requires any effort, I’ll tell y’all about the discussion Caroline and I had on the way home from school yesterday.
A few weeks ago, we went shoe shopping and she fell in love with a pair of hot pink flip flops. The only problem was she didn’t like the way the strap goes in between her toes because it was a “little bit hurty”. But she begged to get them anyway because they were so “beautiful” and since they were only $6.00, I agreed.
She has spent the last few weeks wearing her flip flops around the house, trying to get used to the way they feel between her toes. It makes a mama proud to see that her girl is grasping one of the basic fashion concepts, which is that sometimes lovely footwear is painful, but it’s worth the sacrifice.
Yesterday, she begged to wear her flip flops to school and I told her she wasn’t allowed to wear flip flops to school because then she couldn’t run and jump and play. She told me, “Actually, I’m not going to run or jump today.”
I still told her no, but agreed to let her put her flip flops in her school bag and she could wear them after school. She thought that was a great idea.
So, we’re driving home from school yesterday and she tells me, “Miss J. took my flip flops away today.”
And I asked, “Why, did she do that?”
“Because she told me to be quiet during naptime and I didn’t listen. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“That’s right, you should have been quiet when Miss J. told you to be”
“No, I should have hidden my flip flops so that Miss J. couldn’t take them from me.”