This weekend, while Leiah and I were in Columbus for our cousin Kevin's wedding, we decided we needed a pair of backup shoes in case our primary shoes didn't accommodate all the secret dancing we planned on doing. Betsy and Magnolia (another cousin) acquiesed to our good logic, and the four of us, with Ben on our heels, headed into a Payless.
The four ladies branched out looking for something that would do our tootsies justice. But Ben found just what he was looking for within seconds of coming into the store.
A pair of camel-colored wedges in a size 7.
You should have seen this kid clunking around the Payless, looking in the mirror and remarking about how good his shoes look. After the newness wore off the wedges, he found some pointy-toed pantent leather heels and tried those on. And then he walked out the door of the Payless all by himself.
With stylish back-ups in hand and Ben cleared of theft charges, we headed to the reception. Leiah decided to abandon her ruffly red heels about half way through and switch to the red patent flats courtesy of Payless. She made this decision while Ben was half naked on a sofa with poop covered balls getting his diaper changed by Gigi. Ben went bezerk for those shoes when he saw them come off his mom's feet, and the only way to get him to stop squirming and get the crap off his boy parts was to promise he could put on the ruffly red shoes when he was finished.The power of negotiating with a shoe junkie.
He got up, put on his ruffly red heels, and pranced back into the reception, where he proceeded to walk around in circles on the dance floor like he was leading a conga line of 1.
2 comments:
Hysterical. . .where is his beer?
Does Lexington have a DSW yet? If so, I'd keep Ben away from that store ...
He's adorable!!
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