Barkaly shoes

At Target a few weeks ago, Anja and I were shopping for brown shoes for her. Instead of liking anything I showed her, she zoomed in on a pair of sparkly shoes. They were black and apparently the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on. But they didn't have her size, of course. Her next favorite was the same thing in red. Guess what one size they didn't have in those, either. The one sparkly pair they did have in her size she wanted absolutely nothing to do with. Apparently silver is NOT the new black.

Fast forward until today...

I was sorting through a few boxes of clothes from my sister for Anja when I discovered the Holy Grail. It was the same pair of sparkly shoes that she had been eyeing at Target. And they were black. And...they were her size. She immediately stopped playing with her kitchen set and ran over, demanding that I put on her "barkaly shoes." (Sparkly sounds an awful lot like broccoli right now, fyi.)

So she pranced around the rest of the afternoon in that outfit. Cargo pants, white athletic socks, and a green Sesame Street t-shirt. And her black barkaly shoes.

This evening we went over to Grandma and Grandpa's house for Grandma's birthday party. By we, I mean Anja and I. Dan apparently caught whatever Anja had earlier this week. Before leaving, I convinced Anja that she could wear her sparkly shoes if she let me put on this dress I've been dying to get her in. She obliged. Since Dan was holed up in a bedroom full of disease, I opted to take pictures of her cute little outfit to show him later rather than parade her through the germs. I got the type of boring shot that I expected, pleased that I got the full head-to-toe look.

What I didn't expect was to get a shot like this:

Boy, are we in for some tr-uh-ble!