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There is a slightly unhappy little girl at my house.
You see, I told said little girl that I would look for a pretty pair of shoes for her. And I went out shopping alone.
And in three different stores, the only available choices were:
a) boring, black, unisex sneakers
b) boring, white, unisex sneakers
c) sparkly/shiny/sequined/pink-and-purple shoes that any little girl would go nuts, beg, and throw a tantrum to get-- with 2" heels, ensuring that any parent with a modicum of social conservativeness would refuse to get them. (Boy, was I glad she wasn't with me.)
So, we have the black boring shoes. I'm going to look for her some sparkly shoelaces, at least.
You see, I told said little girl that I would look for a pretty pair of shoes for her. And I went out shopping alone.
And in three different stores, the only available choices were:
a) boring, black, unisex sneakers
b) boring, white, unisex sneakers
c) sparkly/shiny/sequined/pink-and-purple shoes that any little girl would go nuts, beg, and throw a tantrum to get-- with 2" heels, ensuring that any parent with a modicum of social conservativeness would refuse to get them. (Boy, was I glad she wasn't with me.)
So, we have the black boring shoes. I'm going to look for her some sparkly shoelaces, at least.
