Lucy just went off to school with her wee toe pressed up against the end of her shoe. I just bought the shoes in September, they were a good inch too big for her. Her uniform pants are cresting the top of her ankle. Both of them need new coats. I can see wrist. If you want me, I will be in the shopping mines.
I am so torn about this thing I can't stop and have no control over. Well, technically I could do some feet binding and the tiniest bit of mal-nourishing, but that is just not nice. I am excited for these kids to get bigger and less reliant on me for their physical needs. On the other hand, every time I buy a bigger pair of shoes I feel like I am getting farther away from the tiny angel baby feet that they came into this world with.
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