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Last month, I picked up a pair of knock-off croc-type shoes for each of the triplets.  A pink pair for Ellie, an orange pair for Abby, and a blue pair for Sam.  The kids were delighted, but there was one problem.  Poor little Sam's shoes didn't fit him.  I had guessed his shoe size incorrectly and althought I'd gotten a full size bigger than the girls, it wasn't big enough. 

My kids don't talk, with the exception of a very few  words, but they sure do communicate.  The girls absolutely knew that they had something Sammy didn't have, especially Abby.  Abby would put on her little orange "crocs" and wave her little feet in front of Sam giggling.  Ellie was equally delighted with her own little pink beauties.  But poor Sam was despondent.  He would pick up his blue shoes, and bring them to me, crying wistfully, holding out his bare little naked toes, asking for goodness to be restored in the world.  But, alas, they did not fit.

Fortunately, just two days later, I had to take the triplets in for hearing tests at the hospital, so I had the morning off anyway.  Afterward, the nanny and I went to the store and I ran in to exchange the little shoes for slightly bigger little shoes and I put them on Sam's little feet in the car and he was ecstatic!  He shook his little feet and touched them and showed them off and giggled and laughed all the way from the store to the restaurant where we grabbed lunch before I headed back to work. 

And all was right in the world again. 

It doesn't stop there, though.  Our three little Imeldas are so shoe-obsessed and were so delighted by their new brightly colored shoes that they wouldn't take those little shoes off for several weeks.  They wore them day and night, literally, and if we took them off to do something drastic like change their clothes or give them baths, the temper tantrums were phenomenal.  It was delightful.

But lest you believe that it is just the brightly colored, rather unnatural looking (and feeling) croc-like shoe things that my children are obsessed with, here is evidence that, in fact, it is purely a generalized shoe obsession…  in fact, their preference is for Mom or Dad's shoes – and J's shoes are a close second choice.  They are frequently found stomping (or stumbling) around in our shoes, and the first thing that they do when we walk in the door at the end of the day is race over and start pulling at our shoes desperately trying to get them off our feet. (Interestingly, they are also nearly always offended to find me in my stocking feet and will race over with my shoes and push them onto my feet!)  Enjoy: