Thinking that Sam's shoes and socks were in the car, I took him to preschool in bare feet (it's the way we roll around here; it being the Season of Mud and little kicking feet). Alas, no brown sneakers, or any other pair of shoes for the boy were to be found in the nether region that is my rolling wardrobe, also known as the minivan. Another mom at preschool had my back with a spare pair of shoes in Sammy's size in the trunk of her car.
Great!
Except that they were pink Chuck Taylor's like this:
Adorable. Crazy Cute!
Sammy, not such a fan.
I really didn't think he'd notice or care about them being pink, but he knew they weren't his and he kept crying, untying them, and wailing "Take OFF! Take OFF!, NOOOOOOO. Not me shoe. Not me shoe".
I can't wait to take this kid bowling someday.
Sam managed to pull it together and suffer through the indignity of 1.5 hours in pink high tops and didn't ask for a Cher CD or request Birdcage in the Netflix queue.
Not that I would have a problem with either of those things, nor do I have a problem with boys loving the rose and purple hues and wanting to wear them. As for us, I think there is enough John Deere green and Caterpillar yellow around here to overwhelm any eclectic celebration of pink.
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Ben was dancing to YMCA at Ellie's school yesterday. I about fell of me chair laughing.
LOL!!! Connor is so used to hand-me-down shoes coming his way in fairly regular intervals of time (from Jared and from the neighbor boy) that I think he would embraced the loan of the pretty pink shoes without the bat of an eye and our issue would have stemmed from having to give them back at the end of the day...
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