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Like any new Mum I simply love buying baby clothes but little shoes are by far my favourite. I’m not a big fan of feet but baby’s feet are just delicious! Since Spain though I’ve been fighting to even get a sock on and James will vigorously rub his feet together to remove both the socks and shoes. That’s it I thought I’m getting him Converse. It was a light bulb moment that had me hyper all the way to the shopping center. James had no idea I was about to complete his outfit and there was nothing he could do about it. He looked at the shoes and then back at me, he was clearly disgusted. I made a deal with him (obviously one sided) that he would only have to wear them in public. I put him in his car seat and off home we went. I was singing along to the radio and then called Mum to tell her the good news. When we got home Mum rushed around to take James out. ‘Where are his new shoes?’ she said. I gasped in horror, I felt like a balloon that had just been burst. James and his feet were free and he had a smile from ear to ear.