Dads and Daughters

There is a special relationship between fathers and daughters that I can't help but think probably foreshadows later relationships. All this said, I cannot help but marvel about the way daughters can wrap dads around their little fingers.

Case in point, shoe shopping. I thought that it would be a good idea for my husband to take my daughter to buy winter boots a couple of months ago. Now winter boots are not really an essential item especially in a season that has been sans snow, but the trip was good for bonding not to mention testing ground for the validity of any such future jaunt. When I go shoe shopping with my children we decide together on the best compromise of function and style so naturally this is what I was expecting to be the outcome of this adventure.

I waited anxiously at home for the shoppers to return that Monday evening after their expectant vanquishing of the mall foe while hoisting the prize boots in the air, triumphant. But whats this? As the troops filed in to base camp everyone exhausted but smiling, my eldest was already wearing her selection on her feet, straight out of the store. Okay, can anyone tell me why they were white, faux leather, cowboy boots with pink stitching and two inch heels? Not wanting to make a scene and undermine anyone's tastes I said to my husband through my smiling teeth, "Honey, what happened?" He replied, "thats what she said she wanted."

You know I can't fault my daughter though, because I would have pulled the same trick with my father too when I was little but needless to say, she will go shoe shopping with me in the future.