So, Chiara and I, with Jemma sleeping in her stroller, made our way through the Meatpacking District the other weekend. We were going to check out Jussara Lee, where a friend of ours was working that day. I had no idea that Jussara Lee shares store space with Sue London, maker of expensive basic ballet flats that come in a dizzying array of metallic pastels, or at least did on that day.
So, after Chiara tries on a pair in bright metallic pink, I whisper to our friend, How much?
She comes back in a couple moments with this look on her face like, Sorry I brought you here! The shoes were $138.
Chiara starts begging me to buy them and I tell her that we just cannot do that today and we will have to go home to discuss it. There is some variety of begging and pleading, although for the most part, she is as restrained as a 4 year old could possibly be in the presence of pink metallic ballet slippers that come in their own matching pink metallic leather drawstring bag!
I remind Chiara that I just bought her a pair of brown patent leather winter boots with faux fur trim (thanks to Daffy’s children’s section!). I think I have succeeded in getting Chiara to realize it just isn’t going to happen when she says to me, Oma, when I have babies I’m going to let my babies have whatever they want. How come you don’t let me have what I want?