After the outdoor tree-lighting ceremony, we headed inside for cookies, hot chocolate, and a bit of socializing. I walked over to where Cara was sitting on the floor with a group of her friends when Cara pointed at my feet and said, "Mom, your shoes don't match!" I look down as one of the moms assured me that it was hardly noticeable and Cara and her friends began to giggle.
|This does not make my OCD happy. Not one bit.|
But my favorite part of this whole incident? When Cara told me that my two black shoes didn't match, this was what she was wearing: