Little shoes to fill...

I need to do a better job of walking a mile in Zoey's shoes and so I started trying my best yesterday. They fit like sh!t, and I really don't know what the hell wearing her shoes is gonna do for anybody, but it did make me aware of just how little she is...them kickers is tiny...and just how foolish it s for me to have unreal expectations for the funster. I need to be more clear in conversations, more patient in conflict, and much more quick to get down on her level. I want to be the Dad that tries harder, but there's no friggin' way I'm trying those shoes on again. I felt like an idiot.