On Friday Betty showed me a nasty blister on her foot, and because I bought her latest school shoes last September I naturally blamed myself for neglecting to get her feet measured sooner.
So on Saturday we hot-footed it into town full of promises of new shoes for both Betty and Dolly (whom I had also neglected in the shoe stakes). Before we got to the shoe shop, I cunningly put both girls in their Crocs to disguise from the shop assistant the fact that their shoes were too small.
I got Betty and Dolly to choose the shoes they would like while we waited our turn to be measured. This was a ploy to keep them in one place in a very crowded and sweaty shop - pink patent shoes don't really float my boat.
Anyway, it turned out that where Dolly had gone up a size and was promptly issued with some unshiny and unpink shoes, Betty's feet had not grown at all in seven months. I was somewhat perplexed by this, as height-wise I swear she has almost doubled in size.
Betty was gutted that she didn't get her new shoes, but I was secretly thrilled at not having to spend £32.00. So to cheer her up I bought her some shoe polish, which I am ashamed to say is a first for me. I have never polished a pair of shoes in my life, not ever.
So on Monday morning before school, I gave Betty's muddy and somewhat battered shoes a good polish. She was positively thrilled with the result. If I had known what joy some black shoe polish would have brougt her, I may have tried it before. 'You have made my shoes look amAzing!' and 'You are so so clever Mummy!' The girl has never given me so much praise for anything.
After the journey to school where she continued to heap yet more praise on me, I walked her up the playground. 'Look at my shoes Miss T - my Mummy polished them, isn't she clever!' she said to her teacher.
It got to the point where I wasn't sure if Betty was really genuinely impressed with me, or whether she was actually taking the piss out of me....