When Julia first learned to put her own shoes on, she put them on the wrong feet once. I said, "Julia, your shoes are on the wrong feet." And Julia, who hates to be wrong, said, "That is how I like them." And ever since, she wears her shoes on the wrong feet the majority of the time. Snow boots, dress shoes, sandals - it doesn't matter. And if you ask her about it, she says that's how she likes them.
Today I was doing a craft project with her - we were building the sparkliest, mermaidiest, pinkist beach you can imagine. And she wanted to glue the flipflops on the sand. So she did - they are on the wrong feet.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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