I had an important meeting this morning and I wore a black skirt and and black tights with a burgundy top. Very slick and professional. As Ken was putting Reid into her car seat, she looked at me and exclaimed, “Mama no shoes!” I looked at my feet – they weren’t cold and so I was pretty sure I had shoes on – and saw that I was wearing baby blue Crocs. I ran into the house for more appropriate footwear and we headed off. Ken hadn’t noticed but when he saw, he said he thought it would have been funny if I’d gotten to work like that. I like to think he would have told me, if he’d noticed. In any case, I had a girl who notices such things. I have an ally, for a while at least, in fashion. I won’t make fun of her shoe collection ever again.