The Late for Christmas Feety Foot Shoe Socks

Happy Throwback Thursday, friends!  Ever since my daughter Stefani was little, jokes about feet were our “Mommy-Daughter Thing.”  Every Christmas stocking, Easter basket, or birthday gift bag I ever gave her always included a little something foot-related.  They were always just stupid little insignificant things, like a foot-shaped eraser, but they were one of the ways I let her know I loved her.

That’s my lovely daughter!

A couple of years ago for Christmas, I’d done all my shopping except for the “foot thing” I’d forgotten.  So, to remedy the situation, I got on Amazon and found the ugliest pair of feet socks you’ve ever seen.  Actually, they were “feety foot shoe socks.”  The socks were, for the most part, flesh-colored, and the top over the feet were feet slid into pink flip-flops, and the bottom part under the feet were the bottom of the flip-flops.  Hideous, right?

Well, after I submitted my order, I got a message that they would, in fact, not be here in time for Christmas.  We had Christmas that year, and I kind of forgot all about the “feety foot shoe socks” until sometime in late January when they arrived.  I opened the package and removed one sock and inspected it.  It was goofy and cheap, but otherwise, not remarkable.  It had a right foot painted on top, and a shoe bottom painted on the bottom.

Here’s what they were supposed to look like, top and bottom

Then I removed the other sock.  I laughed so hard, I might have wet myself.  [I will nether confirm or deny if I really wet myself.]  The second sock also had a right foot painted on top.  It also had another right foot painted on the bottom!  All told, we had three right feet tops, and one foot bottom.  I giggled the whole time that I wrapped the “feety foot shoe socks” up then called my daughter to come over for a surprise.  When she opened them, we both laughed so hard, our bodies were shaking uncontrollably, and we weren’t making any noise.  It was that hilarious!

But instead, here was what we received.

And here, you can see each top and bottom together.

Let’s talk:  What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever ordered that was different than what you expected when you received it?  Have you ever laughed so hard you didn’t make a sound?  Do you name certain things odd names like “feety foot shoe socks?”  Do you have a certain repetitive inside joke “thing” with one or more of your kiddos?

But It Said to Push…

When my son was a baby, he was quite sick.  He was a preemie, and because his lungs weren’t fully developed, he got RSV when he was only a couple of months old, and I nearly lost him.  After that, he had horrible bouts of asthma and croup, and he was hospitalized frequently.  When he was not in the hospital, I had to give him breathing treatments every two hours, and he had a daily dose of steroids to help prevent further complications.

As a result of all the steroids he took, Jeremy was a huge baby!  He wasn’t fat at all, but he was incredibly tall and a solid wall of muscle.  By the time he was two, he wore a tight size 4, and people often confused him for a much older child.  (In this funny photo where he fell asleep in my grandma’s chair, he’s barely one year old.  Can you see how tall his is, even though he’s folded up quite nicely?)

Anyway, Uncle Charlie took me and my children to an expensive restaurant. At one point, Charlie had to go outside and talk to someone he knew.  However, while he was gone, something disagreed with Stefani, and she started to get sick.  So I had to take both kids and run to the ladies’ room.

As you can imagine, Jeremy, who was about two and a half at the time, looked like he was 6 or 7.  As we approached the ladies’ room, a woman came out and started yelling at me for taking my son into a room meant for women.  Meanwhile, poor Stefani couldn’t contain herself any longer, and she started to vomit right there in the corridor.  I tried to push by the nosy woman and get Stefani in the bathroom, but when I did, I lost sight of Jeremy.  I guess the nosy woman left to go complain about me, but the next thing I knew, there was a loud siren going off.

Yes, Jeremy had managed to push open the emergency exit door and run outside!  I had to leave Stefani to run after him, and when I got back, the manager and the nosy lady were there scowling at the lot of us.  Talk about embarrassing!

So tell me: Would you ever stop a young mother from taking her male child into the ladies’ room?  Have you ever pushed an emergency exit when there was not an actual emergency?