not to us

This past summer, my mom found a pair of royal blue Crocs with a Colts themed strap.  They were far to big for Ruby at the time, but we, of course, held onto them!  Now, they fit, and Ruby wore them for the first time last night.  I taught her that the shoes were called "Crocs."

Well, that was just a little too confusing.  You see, in Ruby's eyes, shoes are an item of clothing.  And, in addition to her new shoes, she has a new book.  It's titled, "I Can Read With My Eyes Shut."  If any of you can remember back to your Dr. Seuss reading days, you might remember that this particular book has "crocodile pants" in it.  So...Ruby spent the entire rest of the evening calling her shoes by a different name:  They were, in fact, "Go Colts Crocodile Pants."

So this morning, I'm getting Ruby dressed and ready to go, and I asked her what shoes she would like to wear.  Her reply?

"I want my Colts Crocodile Pants.  Don't want my boots.  Don't want my snickerdoodles.  Don't want my sparkle shoes.  I want my Colts Crocodile Pants."

Boots?  I know what those are.  Sparkle shoes?  I know what those are, too.  But snickerdoodles?  How could my child not like snickerdoodles...and, for that matter, why was she even thinking about them while we were discussing shoes?

And then it dawned on me:  I have taught her that tennis shoes are called sneakers.  Apparently, the poor gal is just getting vocab overload, because she can now eat snickerdoodles or wear sneakerdoodles.

I got a good laugh this morning, and I hope you did, too!  Have a great day, everyone!!