Princess MooMoo, as we are apt to call her, has skinsitive feet. This child has a love! love! for shoes but she can't seem to wear any of them. They all give her blisters. Big nasty, painful blisters. So this weekend, the heathens went to spend some time with their grandparents and as they were leaving, Moo insisted on wearing her Dora knock off crocs. I said okay and put her sneakers in the overnight bag and actually remembered to tell the grandmother they were there. I also told her if Moo was going to be doing any major running around to put them on her. The hard plastic nubbin in the croc knockoffs likes to rub right in the middle of her instep. Well, someone wasn't paying attention and didn't put proper shoes on the girl. They were out at a fun fest kind of thing and the kids were running and having a great time, Bubba even learned how to polka! After a few hours of this, Moo started crying and screaming about her feet. Nana and Pa realized that the child had a blister on her foot the size of Nebraska and hit the local pharmacy to get blister bambaids, bandaids to you and me - bambaids to Moo. Well, sometime in the rest of the weekend she sliced her little toe, I think it would be when they were letting her run around bare footed in the front yard... so fast forward to today. She starts crying, sobbing really, and holding her foot. I take a look at it, say "oh my bob, she's sliced her toe off" and hang up the phone. I start cleaning her toe and realize it's not fresh and she must have just hit it on something to reopen it. I get her all squared away and happy with neosporin and a bambaid and send her on her happy way. Daddy does bath time and then we start getting them ready for bed. I re-bandage her foot. Oh happiness in the form of a Dora bambaid!! The kids decided they wanted to wear their footie jammies from last winter and I wasn't about to argue, even though they are a size to small and look like they are going to cut the kids in half. So all is well...kids go to bed. Around 11 pm I hear Moo crying to I run into the room and she tells me her foot hurts and I need to kiss it. Daddy joins me and we decide that the jammies are so tight they are putting pressure on the little toe. While my daughter is half awake but mostly sleeping, we grab the scissors and cut the feet off the jammies. She crawls back in bed and , sigh, back to sleep she goes. 20 minutes later she gets up to go potty. Daddy takes this one because I was in bed (but I can hear everything) and he figured she would need help with the jammies and the pull up. She goes potty and as Daddy is holding the jammies she is stepping into them. She about folds in half, I swear her head touched the floor, she realizes her footies aren't there. She looks back up at Daddy and asks "Where'd da feet go?" Daddy says, "Mommy and I cut them off because they were hurting your feet, remember?" She mutters yeah and then heads to her bed. As she's walking the edges of the legs are tickling her and she's trying to pull them down. They are severely uneven and she's OCD. So Daddy apologizes about the unevenness of them and she says "It's okay Daddy." and crawls into bed. Once she's in bed she looks at her feet and lets out a geeky Huhuhuh kind of laugh and says "You cut off my feet" and goes right back to sleep.
After I typed it all out, I reread the whole blurb and realize you had to be there for the true laugh but I ain't erasing it. Hope you got a small chuckle out of it.
Oh and "Where'd da feet go?"
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CUTE!
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Cute story!!
Awww.. that was cute :) ,,, hey how did you end up potty training ur daughter or even ur son. My son is going to be 3 years old in september he still pees the bed at night so i have to put pull ups. The ones that supposed to give u a cold sensation doesnt seem to work he still pees in them. I do take him to daycare in underwear and he is doing sort of okay. the only thing is when he cames home from daycare he ends up pooping in his underwear. And is pretty much ALWAYS that he gets into the car not before but in the car. ANY ideas?