Rada and her grandmother went on a shopping spree this week. They purchased much more than I had requested. Besides a pair of warm slippers and winter nightgown, they came back with black patent leather Mary Janes, several different nighties in snazzy colors, and not just any old pair of slippers but Winnie the Pooh slippers. My daughter has been having a Pooh love-in ever since. She doesn’t consider them mere slippers, but rather Pooh bears which just happen to be worn on one’s feet. She spends hours talking to the slippers, kissing the slippers, hugging the slippers and mothering them.
Before going to sleep, she placed the slippers by the side of her bed. And she kept leaning over to make sure they were still there. In the morning, I was awakened by two Pooh slippers in my face, kissing me.
This morning she discovered that she could take the slippers on and off by herself. She spent the morning taking on and off the slippers, still talking to them the whole time.
Never in my wildest dreams did I anticipate that one pair of slippers could cause so much joy.
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