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Seven Pairs of Shoes

This weekend we went shoe shopping. Click over to 4 OR MORE for the story that goes along with these pictures.


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Gotta love BOGO! It's the only way I can outfit my crew with all the shoes they need for their feet - which keep insisting on growing!!! I look forward to checking out the story later.
Janelle said…
Great story! Sounds like you made the clerk's day.

Too funny about Spiderman. Sneaky, little man.
ocean mommy said…
I'm jumping over to read the story!

Looks like a fun day! :)

steph.
lori said…
just read it...
sounds very familiar with just a few less...'black, there's a black pair..'
the picture of them in front of the mirror is PRICELESS...
great story Kate, and oh soooooo true!
peace,
lori
Meg said…
We were just at PayLess last week too! Only two pair for us...the two-year-old lost it after her shoes were chosen. We will have to go back for the big girls! I should have taken Daddy along...good idea! Never hurts to have another set of hands!
Anonymous said…
Oh, the change of seasons brings with it the bi-annual swapping of hand-me-downs and the shoe shopping. It's torture to me, most of the time, but God is good and merciful - even about such small things! We haven't gone barefoot yet!
I'm hopping over to the story now...
Mary@notbefore7 said…
We love BOGO as well. Loved the story - shoe shopping is such an adventure.

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