That's a Bunch of Croc

I received a phone call from my sister the other night. She sounded rather sheepish. I was immediately intrigued.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Well..." she said. "If you are looking for a good birthday present for Hannah. She'd be real interested in a pair of Crocs."

I nearly choked on a red pepper. (I was prepping dinner at the time.)

My sister hates Crocs. Vowed she would never be caught dead in them. Last summer she uttered her disgust that I had a pair. Didn't bother me any. Yes, they are ugly but they sure are comfy. And I'm all about comfort. I have an extensive collection of flannel pjs and copious amounts of slippers to prove it.

It turns out that all the other kids in Hannah's Day Care Centre have Crocs... and Hannah, being the OCD child that she is, repeatedly points them out when my sister picks her up. Apparently it's too much for my sister to handle.

"Yup. I can do Crocs," I said smiling with utter satisfaction. "Ummm... but you HATE Crocs," I pointed out.

"Yeah, I know. But I hear that they are really comfortable and maybe I should get a pair for myself too. Not that I would wear them out of the house or anything," my sister admitted defeated.

Just you wait.... I thought. Before long you'll be running to the grocery store in them.

No way was I going to wait until July for Hannah's birthday. Easter was coming up. So I ran right out and got my niece a pair of bright lime green Crocs with a number of cheesy charms - like glitter stones, mermaids, monsters and butterflies - to decorate them with.

We'll see Hannah on Sunday. I can't wait to see her eyes light up when we give her her Easter gift.

And I can't help but wonder if my sister will answer the door in a pair of Crocs herself...