January 30, 2011 § 2 Comments
Dear Little Tiger,
I bought you these princess sparkle dancing shoes for a Christmas party at Grandma Boo-la’s house. And since then you are rarely seen without them on. Unless I insist that you can’t wear them because it is raining and the sparkles will fall off if you jump in the puddles with them on. And that would simply break your heart.
The other day a sparkle, one teeny-tiny sparkle, fell off your shoe. I thought we were going to have stop at the store on the way home to buy some glue and attempt to glue that very small sparkle back on.
Luckily, you forgot about it by the time we got home.
These shoes seem to do something to you every time you put them on. You become a dancer. You become a princess. You sparkle.