I adore flip flops. I wear them 12 months of the year. Now that might not mean much if I lived in Arizona, or another warm state, but considering I live in the frozen tundra it is actually quite the feat. I grew up going outside with either bare feet or sandals (it was very warm there), and the dislike of socks or shoes has also stayed with me to this point. (Interestingly enough I love *buying* shoes.)
I bought the girls their first pair of flip flops last year, when they were one year old. They were the kind that had the strap across the back to help them stay on, and they were perfect.
This year, they have several pair, all of them having that strap across the back. Well, the strap on one particular pair kept coming off of the back of Emma's foot, and I had to stop literally every few feet to pull it back up again. Finally, one day when we got home I had had enough, so I took a pair of scissors and cut them off. I had no idea if she would be able to talk in them without it, but it was time to try.
She took to it like a duck to water...immediately started walking around and feeling very proud of herself. Both Kate and Emma l.o.v.e. shoes, especially their flip flops (otherwise known as "schlops"), and they request them as soon as they wake up in the morning. I know the feeling. :)