Here, Bella is writhing and absolutely WEEPING in frustration because her fancy glittery shiny shoes are now two sizes too small. No way could she be coerced into choosing another pair to wear. Amazingly, she eventually managed to wedge her feet into these and wore them out to the playground. I scolded her mildly about her vanity, and then headed out myself and walked four long Beijing blocks in heels. In the rain. This, despite the fact that as a former NYC commuter, I keep a pair of flip flops in my enormous purse all summer long. Who would've thought that the madness of girls and their shoes would begin at age two?