Goody Two-Shoes

I could tell my mother was getting tired of shopping. She hadn't been doing too well since a minor stroke, and we had been at it for some time. I had all of my Easter outfit except for the shoes, and there were still a couple of weeks until Easter, so we quit then. It is usually a busy time, and for one reason or another, we never did get back to shopping for those shoes...and before we knew it Easter was the next day!
I was getting worried by late Saturday morning and then mom said that I would have to go to the shoe store alone. I had mixed feelings: I was proud that mom would trust me to shop alone, and yet I was apprehensive. It was the first time I was allowed to choose solely on my own. Mom suggested I go to a shoe store near our home. But as I left home with my money safely in my little purse, I thought about the pretty pearl greys we saw at the department store downtown, and how well they would go with the little gray hat we had purchased two weeks before, with the pretty pink rose on it. So I went to the street car stop and boarded it for downtown.
As I sat there on the streetcar, I thought about what mom said about going to the nearby Trybus shoe store. Of course, I didn't really disobey because she didn't really tell me to go there, she just said that it might be a good idea. Well I was on my way: I wouldn't waste time, I would go right to the store and get my shoes, and then be on my way home.
When I got home, I gave mom the change and got one shoe out of the box to show her. I didn’t want to put them on, because I wanted her to see the whole outfit all together. I thought about how well the shoes matched my hat and purse, and how nice I would look in church the next day.

I was awake early on Easter and decided to dress long before it was time to go to church. I put on the new shoes, but something wasn’t right. They just didn’t feel right, and one looked bigger than the other. I took them off and checked the sizes, and sure enough they were two different sizes. I was devastated! What should I do? If I told mom, she would make me return them, and I would have to wear my old black shoes. And if I wore them, someone would ask about the different size and I would be embarrassed.
After a short deliberation, I decided to wear them anyway. If someone looked at my shoes, I could be cute and stand up on my toe with the heel up. I just had to remember never to keep my feet together to show off my new shoes. Somehow I managed to pull it off, and I wore them several times, and no one ever asked why one shoe was bigger than the other. Even my mom didn’t notice until it was too late to exchange them.

And that’s how I got the name “goody two shoes.” It was kind of a joke between mom and me.