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How funny. Just as I was trying (unsuccessfully) to comment on the post below, this one went up! I’m off to read it now, but first wanted to tell you that the photo below is absolutely adorable–so precious and hilarious at the same time.
Hope you had a merry Christmas!
When my oldest was Magoo’s age he always wanted to try on and buy the girly sparkly shoes at the store. He loved to wear his cousin’s red Dorothy shoes when we visited her. Now he wouldn’t go near that stuff with a ten foot pole.
My little man is the same. He doesn’t have a chance surrounded by three sisters. I occassionally ask him where his boy shoes are and he leaves the heels and goes to get his tennis shoes.