We’ve been looking for Fall boots for Chatterbox everywhere. Every store that we’ve been to has a cute selection of boots in her size, but she doesn’t like anything. Except for “the boots like yours, Mommy.” Meaning my faithful Uggs, of course. “Ha ha” I laughed to myself – “maybe when you’re old enough to get a J-O-B.”
Six hours and an entire mall later, Hubby and I found ourselves at the cash register at Nordstrom’s…size 1 Uggs in hand.
That’s my girl.