Ha Ha green that reminds me of when I took my twin daughters for their first shoes. My mum came over to babysit one daughter, whilst I took the other one, as the double buggy I had would not go up all the steps of the shop I was going to, and I thought it would be easier (fool!) if I went with her one day, and when her dad was home next day I could take the other one.
We duly got the bright, shiny red shoes and went home. Daughter 2 wanted to try them on and obviously liked them. Next day, knowing that I would have to buy the same pair of shoes, I had daughter 2 measured and there were no red ones in her size - so I chose black patent ones - gorgeous!
She was furious! I took her in the Coop for some shopping, and she was placed in the supermarket trolley, kicking these shoes for all they were worth. We rounded a corner where a stack of double pack Osram lightbulbs had been displayed - one swift kick and she floored half of them, to my horror! Most of them could be heard tinkling - the manager did say it was a daft place to put them.
Each day after that, she cried every time she saw the shoes and in the end I went back to the shop and insisted on exchanging them for anything that would remotely fit, as long as they were red. One happy little girl after that, although her shoes were half a size bigger than they should have been (I couldn't be bothered by that stage, nor could the shop assistant).
Kate Garroway-Care at home costs