Party of "3"...Daddy, Mommy & Me!

Yesterday Joseph and I took a trip to the Stride Rite store. Now keep in mind the fact that we were just there not even two months ago, so what we experienced once we got there...Mommy was definitely NOT prepared for! As a matter of fact, I'm just beginning to get myself together.

We walk in and I politely asked the lady to measure Joseph's foot. It wasn't going to be that big of a deal...he had on his sandals, no socks...let's make it easy for her...just slip the sandals off and measure...right?

WRONG...

Joseph is standing on the foot measurer and his toe is at the number 5!!!! Yes, 5!!! Never mind my having to ask the lady if something was wrong with her measuring tool, never mind the lady having to ask me if I was ok, never mind the fact that he just took off a size 4 1/2 sandal that Mommy thought was too big, never mind the fact that we just purchased him some shoes not even a month or so ago and please disregard the fact that he wore a size 3 1/2 shoe to church on Sunday!!! Yes...A 3 1/2!!! And PLEASE don't tell the people that his 15 month old cousin wears about the same size!!!

I don't know, you be the judge...I mean, is there really that big of a difference in a size 3 1/2 and a 5?

I'm so ashamed...Please don't take my parenting privileges away!