Warning: A story only a mother might love.

Chloe has a shoe fetish.

What can I say, she takes after her mother.

When she arrives at a new destination she goes straight to any vacant shoes, completely bypassing any shiny or shimmering toys.

She seems to be rather picky about her shoes. Picky meaning, the ones I pick out and love, she does not. Perhaps she has not learned my personal motto: "Fashion over comfort" (although this motto decreases significantly in importance every day of my life. ie I gave up tight pants a long, long time ago. And I have almost given up zippers and buttons completely).

Anyway. MY favorites are Chloe's black shoes with the massive bows, and her cupcake sandals. Chloe's favorites are her flashing flip flops 5 sizes too big and 2 inches too tall, which by the way, were free. It makes me very sad that her above mentioned/church appropriate shoes are in fact never worn to church, nor anywhere else. Instead the flashing flip flops go with everything. What a tragedy. A good outfit ruined by bad shoes. What a waste of money.

The other day I found a grocery sack by the front door with one cupcake sandal in it. I thought it was a bit strange but didn't think too much about it. Usually I put her dirty diapers in the baggies and leave those by the door, as to remind me to dispose of their smelliness. When I found the shoe instead, I thought, oh she likes playing with the bags.

But today I found both of the cupcake sandals in a bag right by the front door.

And I think Chloe might be trying to tell me something.

She's crazy. Those cupcake sandles are uber fabulous.

sigh.

And so, the battle of wills begins.