Since it is still technically the holiday break, I gave in and let my daughter Scarlett sleep in my bed last night. We were laying in the bed, and I decided to read the Sumner Parent which is the exact same as the Nashville Parent, but with a different county on the cover.
Scarlett decided she wanted to read it and I tried to give her the copy of "O" the Oprah Magazine since I've already read through it. I showed her the perfume samples she could smell and the pretty purses and shoes.
I start reading an article in Sumner Parent, and she says that she wants that one. "I say, here smell the nice perfume sweetie so mommy can finish." The following dialog is what commenced the next few minutes.
Scarlett: No mommy, it makes me have hot shoes.
Me: Hot shoes?
Scarlett: No! hotshoes!
I'm still not following. Then my mommy brain rewinds rather quickly and for some odd reason remembers watching "Snow White" with her a few days ago. The dwarf Sneezy sneezes when he smells the flowers. Scarlett said, "Those are hotshoe flowers right?" I thought I had corrected her and said that he sneezed and went, "Achoo!" Oh well.
By now I realize what she is trying to say. I say, "Oh, achoo!" She happily nods and says, "Yeah mommy, hotshoes!" "In that case, I'll see if there is an article I haven't read then baby," I tell her. We trade magazines and everyone is happy.
I can't have my four year old coming down with a cruel case of the hotshoes.
As long as she and I are on the same page I can live with her not really knowing what hot shoes are yet! Let's stick with sneakers, Mary Janes and sandals.
