Shuffle Shuffle vs Click Clack

Kate was wearing naughty shoes.

Let me explain.

We buy wipes at Costco and Pampers at Sam's Club. We were in need of diapers, so this day we were at the latter. And, it was unusually crowded. A thick line of people snaked in through the entrance, around a corner of orange plastic Tide bottles, and up the main aisle.

"What the heck?" I looked at Mr. T. "What is this? Disneyland?"

He frowned. "Yeah, what is this?"

We pushed T Junior in a jumbo cart and rubbernecked, looking for clues as to why this slow-moving mob was here. Just about every person was holding a similar something. Something colorful. Something that looks like...yes, a book!

Duh.

Now we wanted to know what book. It didn't look like a novel.

"Is it a children's book?" But Mr. T was too far ahead of me, peering around the laundry detergent.

He turned around, excited. "It's Kate!"

Kate. Kate, who? I caught up to see for myself and I spied familiar spiky frosted hair. Oh, Kate. Jon and Kate. Plus eight. Gotcha.

"She wrote a book?"

We shimmied through a break in the herd and turned up the middle between computer games and DVDs so we could get a better look at her, like we spotted a deer in the woods. When we reached the end of the row, we were directly to the left of where she sat behind a pink-draped table.

Kate looked tan and tired as she autographed a book for a mother and pre-teen girl. Then I noticed her shoes.

They weren't the type one would expect a mother of eight to wear. They weren't sneakers or flip-flops or sensible flats.

Nope.

They were girls-going-clubbing heels! Tan leather straps criss-crossed over the tops of her feet, which rested on wooden platforms with, I'd say, 3-to-4-inch heels. Suddenly, I was aware of my New Balance cross-trainers.

It threw me, this choice of hers. They made me wonder about this mom we all think we know. Is she kinda crazy sometimes? Does she have a wild side? Does she party?

I decided she probably is and does. I think you'd have to. Considering, well, you know.

You go girl.

Do you ever get to wear sassy shoes? Or, did you used to? Do you want to now? Or, are the tennies way too comfy to give up?