Don’t leave me out

We were at the mall this evening, after having sushi dinner at a local restaurant (a late celebration for my birthday). It was not the worst sushi I’ve ever had, but it was far far from the best.

The men (Hubby and father-in-law) took care of the kids while my mother-in-law and I shopped. The men don’t like shopping, plus there are lots of places for the kids to play such as the play area, the train tables at certain stores, some toy stores etc etc.

So off we go. I soon found a pair of Str*de R*te shoes on sale! Size 6! And it was the last pair on the shelf. Fiona’s cheap p*yless shoes are rubbing her feet too much, and I’ve been meaning to buy her a new pair of good shoes. So I paid for the shoes without having her try it on. She was somewhere in the mall and I couldn’t be bothered looking for them and dragging her there to try it. Worst thing that can happen is if it doesn’t fit, I’d have to return it. So naturally, it does not fit her. It’s too small. Grrrrrr. Now I have to hunt for another pair of reasonably priced good shoes. Stop it - don’t laugh.

No matter. I’m not going to return it. It is going to my 5 month old niece as her Christmas present. I know she won’t be able to use it for probably another year or so, but returning it just does not make sense, especially since it was on such discount.

I grabbed the image from eb*y to show you what I’m talking about

Makes me wonder, how much was the actual manufacturing cost price?

When we finally met up with the rest of the group, I wanted Fiona to try the new shoes on. She excitedly kicked her cheap a*s shoes off and sat down on the floor, while Seb was standing on the sideline watching.

He leaned over and said matter-of-fact-ly to me:

“Mama, my feet are growing bigger.”

Oh my sweet darling boy. You and your sister shall get new shoes soon.