Thank you mamas for your offer of shoes for my poor little man! The issue is now resolved.
Saturday morning Mr M kindly offered to feed Master R and take him for a walk when he awoke at 6:30am allowing me a sleep in. My blissful snoozing was rudely disturbed by Mr M storming into the room with a teary Master R following.
Mr M was furious with me for buying too small shoes for Master R causing him to scream every time they were on. I agree that I don't think the shoes fit all that well but they were expertly fitted in a baby shoe store and I just thought Master R was fussing because he didn't want his shoes on. Mr M threw the shoes in the bin (I later rescued them), got his old torn Pedis and went outside to play.
This time instead of a "specialist" shoe store I went to John Lewis. They also have a fitter - and one who actually spoke a coherent English this time. She was excellent and said that the other fitter had measured his feet incorrectly and he was a whole 1.5 sizes longer and 1 size wider than thought. She also recommended against the Start Rite shoes for his fat foot preferring the Clarks. By the way, they sold both so I felt it was unbiased.
Master R is now happily playing in his new Clarks shoes and doesn't make a fuss when I'm putting them on. Mr M is now smug in the knowledge that he is more "attuned" to his son than I am. Whatever Mr M!
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