i didn't let her bring her flip flops. the ones that are tattered and stinky and make her trip every two seconds. the ones that she apparently live without. the ones she spoke to total strangers (who were wearing flip flops) about. "i have flip flops at home, but my mom didn't let me bring them"... you get the picture. as soon as i realized this was either going to cost me a new pair of flip flops or a therapy session, i began searching for their replacements. not an easy task the last week of august, in denver (or anywhere).
thank god for the internet and UPS. all is good in the life of our very determined three and a half year old...
(until her teacher tells her she can't wear them on the playground. stay tuned.)
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