Did your kids ever struggle figuring out which shoe goes on which foot? Mine have, and sometimes still do. They would be struggling to cram a foot into the wrong shoe, I'd correct them and that same rebellious shoe would miraculously slide right onto the right foot. Sometimes, they'd get both shoes on wrong. I'd get them to switch while they bemoaned that they'd never get it right. Sometimes, I let them stay wrong-footed. No harm in that, I thought.
Today's high temp is below zero F. It's "wicked cold," as the New Englanders like to say. I ran out to care for the chickens. Normally, the water stays warm enough with a lightbulb for heat that I can just knock the frozen ring off the surface of the water. Not so today. I brought the waterer in to thaw and refill, which meant kicking off my clunky winter boots. You see where this is going, right?
Armed with fresh, warm water for Fluffy, Fluffy, Fluffy, Fluffy, and Fluffy (Xav named them. Don't look at me like that.), I wrestled on a boot. Immediately, I knew it was wrong, but I just wanted to get out and back as quickly as possible. With both boots on, I headed down the back stairs. It felt so wrong. Then I went out front to grab the newspaper and I realized what a bad decision it was not to take the time to fix the problem.
When you are walking on soft snow or even semi-packed snow, walking is difficult enough. Add in wrong-footed shoes and you are just asking for trouble. There is NO support under the outside edge of your foot. Zero. Your ankles roll. A lot. Uphill. In the snow. Both ways. (I crack myself up!)
I advise correcting your child's shoe placement every time. And maybe watch yourself. Sigh... Someday I'll be all grown up.