There's a very nice thrift store around the corner from Adriana's dance school. On good-weather days Clay and I walk over and browse while Adriana's in class. Yesterday I found a new pair of black and gray Converse shoes in Clay's size for half-off $3.50,I believe it was. I was happy with my find because they were SO cute,and surely a great bargain in comparison to the prices I remember seeing back when Ashton and Brandi were into Converse shoes just like these. However,I was really surprised at Clay's reaction! He typic
ally loves all shoes of any kind...will try to grab any he can reach when we're out shopping and at home is always happy and cooperative when I put his shoes on. I'm sure he associates shoes with going outside or somewhere,and he LOVES "to go"! Additionally,I've witnessed him attempting to put a Barbie shoe on his big toe...which sort of has nothing to do with this......but then again maybe it does attest to the fact that he loves any and all types of shoes? Anyway,when I showed him the shoes he firmly said,"NO!" and shook his head. He got really mad when I persisted with the shoes. I couldn't get them onto his feet to try on because he was fighting my efforts and curled his toes up. I was quite sure they'd fit so I bought them anyway. Clay's got a cold right now....has been uncharacteristically cranky and difficult. I attributed his rejection of the shoes to that and felt sure it was just a temporary thing,his objection to these cute shoes. So....pleased with my purchase we headed back over to the ballet school. I had the shoes in a bag hanging from his stroller. While I sat down to write a check for Adriana's tuition she looked in the bag to inspect the fuzzy neon green throw pillow I'd bought her. When she spotted the shoes she pulled them out and yelled,"I DON'T LIKE THESE!" She held them by the tip of the lace...as far away as possible from her face,as though she were holding a disgusting dead mouse instead of a pair of new shoes. I assured her that the shoes belonged to Clay and she'd never have to wear them. At this point she informed me that Clay didn't like them either and definitely would NOT be wearing them! She always has spoken for Clay,for instance,"Clay wants some potatoes.","Clay is mad at Maw-Maw.","Clay doesn't want
boobie,he wants to drink a bottle.",etc. However,this latest little tidbit from "The Psychic Sister Network",I felt,was entirely bogus. So this morning I brought the shoes out,naively believing I'd see his usual huge grin and exuberance at the prospect of putting on shoes in preparation of getting out of the house. Imagine my surprise when instead I got a reaction that rivals the ones I get when I try to stick a bulb syringe up his nose!! WHY? I guess I will never know for certain,but I sure hope they haven't already decided that I don't know anything and that I'm out-of-touch with what is acceptable to wear in public these day,as my older kids tend to believe!
ally loves all shoes of any kind...will try to grab any he can reach when we're out shopping and at home is always happy and cooperative when I put his shoes on. I'm sure he associates shoes with going outside or somewhere,and he LOVES "to go"! Additionally,I've witnessed him attempting to put a Barbie shoe on his big toe...which sort of has nothing to do with this......but then again maybe it does attest to the fact that he loves any and all types of shoes? Anyway,when I showed him the shoes he firmly said,"NO!" and shook his head. He got really mad when I persisted with the shoes. I couldn't get them onto his feet to try on because he was fighting my efforts and curled his toes up. I was quite sure they'd fit so I bought them anyway. Clay's got a cold right now....has been uncharacteristically cranky and difficult. I attributed his rejection of the shoes to that and felt sure it was just a temporary thing,his objection to these cute shoes. So....pleased with my purchase we headed back over to the ballet school. I had the shoes in a bag hanging from his stroller. While I sat down to write a check for Adriana's tuition she looked in the bag to inspect the fuzzy neon green throw pillow I'd bought her. When she spotted the shoes she pulled them out and yelled,"I DON'T LIKE THESE!" She held them by the tip of the lace...as far away as possible from her face,as though she were holding a disgusting dead mouse instead of a pair of new shoes. I assured her that the shoes belonged to Clay and she'd never have to wear them. At this point she informed me that Clay didn't like them either and definitely would NOT be wearing them! She always has spoken for Clay,for instance,"Clay wants some potatoes.","Clay is mad at Maw-Maw.","Clay doesn't want
boobie,he wants to drink a bottle.",etc. However,this latest little tidbit from "The Psychic Sister Network",I felt,was entirely bogus. So this morning I brought the shoes out,naively believing I'd see his usual huge grin and exuberance at the prospect of putting on shoes in preparation of getting out of the house. Imagine my surprise when instead I got a reaction that rivals the ones I get when I try to stick a bulb syringe up his nose!! WHY? I guess I will never know for certain,but I sure hope they haven't already decided that I don't know anything and that I'm out-of-touch with what is acceptable to wear in public these day,as my older kids tend to believe!