Never mind that they are about 4 sizes too big for my son and that my 2 and a half year old daughter fell over laughing when she saw him in them. Okay . . . let's face it . . . the toddler slippers are destined for the donate pile. But at least I don't have a misshappen felted granny rectangle mess on my hands. And I learned a lot about making little slippers. Way easier then I ever imagined. I'll post something about it when I figure out how to make them fit.