With all the pre-Pessach sales, and with Raphaela growing taller every day, I decided to buy her shoes for the Spring going into Summer.  Not wanting her to miss any school, I traced her bare feet this morning before we left the house.

At the store, I sheepishly presented the foot impressions to the saleswoman, who immediately handed me a pair of scissors and assured me that "this happens here almost every day."  Raphaela's virtual feet tried on several pairs of shoes, and I felt like a successful member of the Busy Moms Club.