These Boots Are Made For Walkin'........or Softball.....or somethin!

Earlier this evening I took my daughter to softball practice.  About thiry minutes prior to practice time I started in on the "you need to get your shoes on so we can go" battle.  It really only took about three repitions to accomplish what I was hoping for......sort of.  Sometimes something happens and you just have to alter your expectations.  She was in her room for about 2 minutes when she strutted in ROCKIN some awesome black suede boots with silver studs all over.  In case you may have forgotten, we were going to practice softball.....outside......in the mud.  Now I decided it was best to just bite my tongue on this one.  I mean you really do have to choose your battles and I wasn't down for this one. 
Am I the only one who wonders about the thought processes (or lack thereof) of the average nine year old?  They seem incredibly intelligent most times. Even making good grades at school.  Other times it's like they're really big bobble head dolls.  I was standing in the living room just looking at her feet.  My mother in-law who was kind enough to watch my boys while we went to practice looked like she was going to pass out from laughing.  My darling daughter was completely oblivious to what was going on.  "What?  Who are ya'll laughing at?". she asked.  Seriously?  Is it really possible that she had no clue?  Just so you know report cards came home and as usual it looks like she'll get an honor roll award at the end if the year.  She definitely has the smarts to know things like....um.........dirt makes your favorite boots dirty....water is wet.....you know, that sort of stuff.  Well, I just loaded her behind in the car, tossed her cleats in the back and headed to the ball field. 
When we got there I got out and she was be-bopping around to the back of the car to get her bat bag.  This is about the time she said "MOM! My boots are gonna get dirty!".  I cannot tell you how hard it was not to say something smart like "No **** Sherlock".  I didn't do it though.  I just reached into the car, pulled out the cleats and said "Look what I found".  For one brief moment when she smiled up at me I was SuperMom!  About 10 seconds later I returned to being the same idiot grown up she usually thinks I am.  It was nice for a moment though.  The search continues!!!