I went into town today despite knowing that I will have to go again tomorrow. Little Miss Bossy-Boots needs new shoes and I promised to take her. Have you ever gone shopping with a very active three year-old? Forget looking at anything that might interest you. If you do she’ll either a) be gone, b) put something in her buggy and try to smuggle it out or c) run around half naked because she wants to try on a pair of shoes. Oh, yes. It’s all happened in this household.
To cut a long story short, I went into town on my own and came home with a couple of things I neeeeeeded (oh yes, I can be three years old, too, sometimes):
