shoe shopping

Shoe shopping. I've avoided it like the plague. However, Tuesday Reese will switch classes at daycare {again, I know, long story}. Saturday, as Mama and I were shopping, it hit me that Reese will now be going outside at school. Fantastic, the kid needs shoes. Just one of the many new doors walking has opened in our lives.

Reese has never worn shoes. Truthfully, he really never wore socks. I'm just not a big sock fan, myself. I like my toes to feel free. Even in winter. This is a classic case of me pushing my weirdness on Reese. Look at the shock on his face! You want me to wear what?!?!

Yesterday, we hit the mall is search of some shoes. Dillard's was our first stop. Our initial encounter with the sales lady was a disaster. She knew nothing about shoes. Nothing about children. And she somehow calculated that Reese wore a size twelve. Really? Because on the handy dandy wall poster a size twelve correlates to a five year old's foot. Reese is big, but not that big.

Sales person two was much more helpful and knowledgeable.

Reese is now fixed up with a spiffy pair of kicks, courtesy of his Nonna. He wears a 4 and 1/2, in case you are curious.

And no, he will NOT be wearing shorts with socks and brown shoes. His new shoes are for fall. We are going to try and find him some sandals to get through the next few weeks.