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I ripped my dang shoe (stupid cheap three year old flip flops) when we were near the Walmart today. Ridiculous.
So. I walked my barefooted self (Henry referred to it as "naked feet" with great volume and glee) into that there store intent on purchasing the cheapest pair o' flip flops they carried.
They carried none. So, none were in my price range. I mean, it's September for Pete's sake! Where were all the flip flops?
So, I found something slip-on-like and took the tags right off and put the shoes right on my feet. Henry and Spencer were straight up scandalized. I assured them I was going to pay for the shoes, but barefooted in Walmart. Ugh. And shudder. I didn't want to end up on that one website... you know.
It was a joy. People did indeed stare. Three boys (one in PJs... Oliver is VERY into PJs lately) in the cart and one in the sling. And barefoot.
Thank freaking goodness I wasn't pregnant as well.
Could you imagine?