Friday, July 30, 2010
'She has very big feet, doesn't she?' said the saleswoman.
'Um, I guess so...'
She was shaking her head in astonishment. 'How old is she?' she asked.
'Twenty-two, almost twenty-three, months,' I said.
'Oh my goodness! They really are big!'
Oh dear. It looks like it's already begun for my little girl - a life of comments about big feet.
This is something I faced growing up. I remember Mum's comment to saleswomen in shoe shops: 'Well, she's tall. She'd look pretty silly with tiny feet, wouldn't she?!'
I didn't get the comments as much as the rest of my family though.
Although I'm fairly tall - I have no idea of my exact height, but it's around 5'9" or so - I happen to be the shortest in my family. My parents and brothers are all over 6' and my sister is a couple of inches taller than me. I also have the smallest feet in the family.
Steve's family are also quite tall - I'm shorter than most of them, too - so it wasn't a shock when our daughter was long.
And, apparently, has big feet.
I might have to start borrowing my Mum's line.
Posted at 10:51 AM