rolling on the floor laughing probably wasn't the response she was looking for

We are in the midst of a spectacular snowstorm. My kids couldn't wait for the blizzard to hit and at the first hint of flakes they were begging to go out and play. Joe was heading out after dinner to shovel and told them they could go out then. They were frothing at the mouths with excitement. Not only were they going to go out and PLAYINTHESNOW!!! But they were going to go out and playinthesnow AT NIGHT!!! I gathered up snow pants, coats, gloves, hats, and boots. Teresa got herself dressed and then came to me for help with her boots. I had to put the kibosh on her choice of footwear. She wanted to wear a pair of pink suede boots that are adorned with pom poms and elaborate stitching. Pretty? Yes. Practical? No way. So I sent her to get her ugly but warm and functional snow boots and put them on. Sam and Katie danced out the front door and there was still no sign of Teresa. I called her and she came trudging down the stairs dragging her snow boot clad feet. She did not look happy and when I asked her what was wrong she asked me, "Mumma, do these boots make my toes look fat?"