Every day I take my little girl to Kindergarten now that I am taking a small hiatus from business travel. Each day the teacher finds something to "enlighten me" about. Usually it has to do with how I chose to dress my child. Last week, as my husband was wrapping up his "stay-at-home Daddy" duties, she educated him on my daughter's choice of shoes because they "rutsch" or slide too much. So today I brought in Crocs. Those plastic babies aren't sliding anywhere. Success? No!
Today, she nicely formulated her sentence to something like, "I don't know if we will be able to leave the Crocs on today because they might be too cold for her feet". Mind you, the daycare is warm even by MY standards (and I'm always cold). Have you ever seen the Soup Nazi on Seinfeld? Well my husband is the Radiator Nazi. It's a knock down, drag out when it comes to who is going to control the dial on the heaters. About 18-19 degrees is how we roll at our house. But I digress...
So back to my daughter's shoes. I politely tell her teacher, my husband informed me her shoes "rutschen" and that I therefore decided for the Crocs. I figure since she is in heavy socks she should be warm enough. I got the, "ah so, ja"... something akin to the US "well, then". Then she decided the little "tennis-style" house shoes we brought for her were ok enough or the lesser of all evils, or whatever.
She is a super nice person and I know she has my little mouse's best interests in mind. Maybe I'm too sensitive but I often get the feeling she is thinking in the back of her mind what a "Rabenmutter" I am that I can't even select suitable shoes for my child...
Caw Caw,
Raven Momma
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