And off I go into mindless warbling...
So. We've been measuring and it looks like we've been just about there for a while, but I've been resistant because I still bear the emotional scars of the first attempt, and also because for some reason I am incapable of mounting a growth chart to the wall in such a manner as to obtain an accurate measurement of one's growth. In other words, various forces were going to have to collide in order for me to take the big leap.
This week I'm feeling rather indignant in general, so that's helpful. Also, we really need bookshelves. Furthermore, after this week our use of the car on my days off will be terminated for the rest of the summer as J heads to CHEO for a Pediatrics rotation. Stupid kids. So, after some careful consideration and plenty of soul-searching, we went for it.
I won't keep you in suspense...
Whew. And would you believe, just to keep me in line, the IKEA gods had one more trick to play on me.
Me: Look! You're EXACTLY the right height! (Thank goodness for the 1/8" heel on those sandals...)
E: Yay! Yay! Let's DO IT!!!
Lady who was *this close* to getting her ass kicked (verbally, of course): Now, does she have socks??
Me: blank expression...crickets...Does she need socks?
Lady: Mmhmm. *smile*
Me: increasing heart rate...crickets...Do you have socks?
Lady: Well, no. But I just found a pair that someone had left behind...but we're definitely not supposed to -
Me: Sold. Let's have 'em.
I'll take a case of athlete's foot over losing Round 2 to those Swedish bastards any day.
After I picked her up, E waved to the Lady Who Doesn't Know How Close She Came To Eating It over her shoulder and called out "Bye! Maybe we'll see you again tomorrow!" With socks.