Hey Stiletto Moms, Get a Clue

Headed to Chicago's Navy Pier last Saturday for a family day at Winter Wonderfest. The event offers a Holiday-Disneyesque experience for only $64 for a family of four. Ever seeking fitness, I try and burn as many calories as the kids on days like these. I wear comfy jeans and practical shoes. We ice skated, rock climbed, went up and down inflatables, dashed up and down Michigan Avenue, then returned for more inflatable-fun, another rock climb and capped off the night with a 10-minute yoga bow pose on the Wind Glider ride. We closed the place. I was sore on Sunday.

So why, oh why, do moms wear three-inch black stiletto boots on a day like this one? They were out there fashioning-off, but unable to keep up with their kids. Stilettos meant heading up the rock climbing wall with your seven-year-old was out, so was the ropes course. Kiss an inflatable goodbye with a stupid stiletto-mommy misstep. Forget the mad 50-yard dash to the free trolley, she'd miss it and fashionably flag a cab.

I don't get it. If you have little kids, why wear stilettos? There's no way you'd have easily walked the return trip from Water Tower Place's American Girl back to Navy Pier because the free trolley was nowhere to be found. No chance you'd pull off 10,000 steps with ease when you're flagging another cab. Gotta keep the slushy road salt off those spikes, ya know.