My youngest daughter and I were dressing for a church activity on a beautiful, spring-like day last week. She found a skirt, but realized she didn’t have any spring shoes to go with her skirt. After endless outfit changes, she became resigned to the fact that she was going to have to make do with what she had. Since her new boots were wet from filling her horse’s water trough that morning, she dug out her outgrown, brown cowboy boots.They were too tight and her toes got a little numb on the drive to church, but I thought she looked darling. It was only when we walked from the parking lot to the church that she pointed out the slapping sound her boot was making. The sole of her right boot under her toes was detached from the boot itself. I assured her that no one would notice.
The next morning as I was getting ready for work, I was surprised to see her rummaging in my craft closet. Here’s how the conversation went:
Me: Uh….what are you doing?
Her: I’m looking for the glue gun so I can glue my boot back together. (Perfectly logical explanation, right?)
Me: I thought you said they hurt your feet.
Her: Well, that doesn’t mean I can’t wear them.
At this point in the conversation my husband chimed in.
Him: Spoken like a true woman.
And that is when I started laughing!