...that Tootie walked out the door in an adorable winter skirt, thick ribbed tights ... and her grubby, worn-out, too-small Elmo sandals from last summer.
Nope, doesn't bother me at all.
Because, you see, someone else in her class wore sandals yesterday. And because it's almost spring, right? I mean, it only dropped into the 30s last night.
It's good for a child her age to develop her own fashion sense, to assume some independence when she enters her closet.
So, no, really, doesn't bother me at all that those icky, clunky Velcro disasters are encasing her cute little stockinged feet.
Really.
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