The other day, I came downstairs in the morning to find my three-inch, high-heel sandals laying on the family room floor. I was a little baffled, believing I had put them away in the closet. I shrugged, picked them up and returned them to the porch closet. The following morning, I rolled out of bed and came downstairs to check on the boys. I found them watching t.v. and again my sandals were laying on the floor. Okay, I was definitely confused. I went upstairs to get breakfast ready and called the boys. As they came up stairs I asked them what had happened.
Me: "Who took out my sandals?"
Son #2: "I did."
Me: "Why? What were you doing?"
Son #2: "I was being Minnie. I needed to walk like this." And he proceeded to walk on tippy-toes as if in high-heel shoes.
Me: "Oh. Okay."
Apparently they had been watching the Mickey Mouse Club on t.v. and my three-year-old was dressing up like Minnie Mouse complete with high-heel shoes. I thought it was too cute and a great use of imagination. So, I've been letting him wear my sandals when the fancy strikes him to be Minnie.
That was until Saturday. Saturday he decided he wanted to wear my sandals OUTSIDE.
Me: "No."
Son #2: "But I wanna be Minnie."
Me: "You're not going outside in my shoes."
Son #2: "But I need to walk like this." He demonstrates.
Me: "You can use your imagination. Be Minnie. But you're not wearing my shoes outside."
There are just some lines I'm not willing to cross.
