One of those things about having a little boy is putting on his favourite pair of shoes (that fit perfectly yesterday) and having him tell you ‘these shoes hurt, mommy. take them off, please.”
Seriously. they fit just perfect yesterday. Did he just grow suddenly over night? Certainly seems like it. And so we went through his cupboard and discovered nothing fits anymore. Except for a pair of Batman slippers. Which he wore to the mall, so we could go and buy him new shoes. We came back with two pairs of shoes for him, and two pairs of shoes for mommy.
The whole way to the mall in the car, The Kid kept asking me “going to the shops, mommy? going to buy me some shoes, please?” as if I needed to be constantly reminded that’s what we were doing. So desperate was he to go shoe-shopping that every little old lady who smiled at him in the shops he confided in (very loudly) “my mommy is taking me to buy shoes. look, i’m wearing my Batman slippers. Got no shoes.” and then he would turn back to me and say “I want shoes now, please, mommy will you buy me shoes?” and bat his eyelids and you could just see those little old ladies were judging me for depriving my child of shoes and how could I possibly be so mean to such a gorgeous, well-mannered polite little angelchild?
Seriously. My child suffers from no such thing as shoe deprivation, I promise you, little old ladies. He has more shoes than me, and that’s an achievement.
But, just in case he was feeling slightly shoe-deprived, I have made plans to take him and get him at least another four pairs of shoes this weekend. Hopefully that’ll hold us for another 5.2 seconds before he grows overnight. Again.