Maddie’s shoes are getting a little too tight. So at every available opportunity she tries to take them off. First she unstraps the velcro strap, then violently kicks her little legs, flapping her little feet until the sheer whiplike force throws her shoes into the air. It’s pretty funny if you don’t get hit by a shoe.
This weekend we took Maddie to see her grandparents. Things went pretty well until the time came for Maddie’s Mom and me to go out for a date. We said goodbye to the grandparents, then kissed Maddie goodbye and headed for the doorway to put on our shoes.
Maddie scampered after us, and latched onto my pants’ leg. (Babies have incredibly strong grips.) I gently pried her away, and she looked up at us in desperation. Surely there must be something she can do! She turned around looking for a corner to pout in, or… she squatted down, picked up her vile little shoes, stood up and held them high, as if to say, “I’ll wear the shoes. Just take me with you!”
We knew how much she hates those shoes, and so it really melted our hearts to see what she would suffer just to be taken along with us.
Who We Were Then
- Maddie (1 years old)