Ugh...UGG's

I sometimes wonder if I need to intervene when Elizabeth gets dressed. Her outfit today consisted a fuzzy pink sweater and red plaid leggings, which would not have been too bad except for the purple knees socks. She pushed the red leggings up over her knees so everyone could see the hearts on her knee socks. After a failed attempt to encourage her to change, I drove her to Sunday School. I always struggle with when to let her creativity flow and when to let conformity reign.

Then we went shopping. Now shopping with Elizabeth can be entertaining or excruciatingly painful. Her instructions today...pick out one pair of shoes that can be worn with pants or a dress..... Elizabeth picked out the 5 most obnoxious shoes in her size, carefully lined up the boxes in single file, sat on a bench and ever so slowly tried each one on her feet.

Engrossed in this ritual, she hardly noticed when another family arrived. A girl, about Elizabeth's age raced up to her mother with (very cute) imitation UGGs on.

"I want these! They are so comfy. Can I have them." She said to her mother.

"Oh no", said Mom, "Don't worry I am buying you UGGs, just not today." She did not look worried, however Mom did,

"But I like these" she said. And her father pointed out that they were only 19.99 compared to the UGGs they had seen for $100.00.

"I am buying her Uggs", Mom repeated

This went on and on with an occasional "Please!!!" from the daughter..

Finally, the mother said rather sharply to her husband "She is getting UGGs. and that is all there is to it. Now get them off her!"

Elizabeth, completely unphased by the other Mother's rage had narrowed her decision down to a pair of cowgirl boots and a pair of shiny, pink Mary Janes. Turning to me she said,' Mom, I just can't decide,"
to which I responded, "It is totally up to you, Elizabeth".

Because, you know, sometimes you just have to let a little girl live her own dream and not someone else's