A tiny tug at my shirt sleeve and I realized a very tiny person had been watching me look the boots over. "Yes?"
"I see?" Einin pointed at the boots on the table.
"Sure, go ahead." She's so small what could she hurt looking over a pair of shoes bigger than she is I thought as I looked through the box.
When I turned back I found this...

I like this pair! by faydreams, on Flickr
"What are you doing, Einin?"
"Trying on."
"Uh..."

The boot fits, Mom! by faydreams, on Flickr
"Boot fits! I keep."
"Uh..."
Now there is just one problem...
How do I explain to such a cute face that they belong to someone else?