Surely she had to have plopped down on the linoleum to make the final negotiation involved not only in getting into, but pulling herself upright in Papa’s boots. I can still hear the scream of glee.
See how her tiny, clipped nail polished fingertips - like those of a gymnast who has mastered a complicated maneuver - are held in ready, with the finishing gestures of fragile balance. It’s a long way back down to the floor, when one is perched in boots that are too tall and too big - when soft small toes, slipping and grasping, are trying to decode the depths of a well worn instep.
Fall 1998
Sarah Grace, 3 years
Footsize: Child's 10
Boot size: Men's 12
Decibel level: 101.2
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A future opera diva. I can see her tonsils!
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