RNR has killed another stinkin' pair of flip flops. Expensive, cheap, cute, plain, glitter, pink, black, yellow, silver; she is an equal opportunity destroyer of thongs (can you believe people used to call them that?). This less-than-two-week-old pair died during a bike ride in the cul-de-sac. And, yeah, I said I wouldn't, but I bought her another pair today. Hot pink glitter. It was buy her a new pair or go with her idea which was to wear two "mix-matched" left shoes. I generally DO let my children leave the house dressed like street urchins as long as particular body parts are covered. We have frequently visited The Krogert in Batman pajamas or a Thanksgiving program getup (in June); however, two left shoes is my limit.
I have won all the bets thus far... Mama does need (okay, need might be a little extreme, more like wants) a new pair of smokin' RED stillettos, but this flip flop saga is ridiculous even for my crew. I would say stay tuned, but I am truly hoping this is the last installment in the Flip Flop Sagas. And if it isn't, I'll try to take pictures next time.