We were told last week that "DHS" requires Britton to wear shoes while playing on the playground at daycare. I'm calling shenanigans because (1) she can't walk and (2) I've read the DHS requirements of child care centers and the guidelines don't require shoes. But instead of arguing to the point where everyone and their grandmother admits that I'm right, I decided to take advantage and get Britton some shoes! We're apprehensive to put her in shoes because we think she learns to walk best by feeling the ground underneath her feet. But, rules are rules, so the hub scooted out to Storkland on Saturday and came home with...
Shoes!
Watermelon Robeez....
Which Britton promptly dirtied to death on the playground today. But, hey! That's like worrying about the mileage on your car. Cars are made to be driven, and shoes are made to get dirty.
And because Britton needs
options, the hub also picked up some polka-dot Pedipeds. Do they make these in my size?
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