Well, I took Aidan this weekend to buy some new shoes. Since it's starting to cool off, I have to get him on board with some shoes that aren't his Diego sandals. He sort of has a shoe obsession, which is weird, so you have to work with him on it. Like, when he meets new people or sees someone he hasn't seen in a while, 85% of the time the first thing he says is "See my shoes?" or "Got my shoes!" Sometimes, "Got my socks!" Once he gets obsessed with method of dressing his feet, it is a pain to make him switch. So, he wears socks with sandals for the first month of summer (the sandals are enough of a switch). Then when you get him out of the socks, he never wants to wear them again.
So we hit PayLess. I pulled all the tennis shoes off of the rack in his size as early as possible, to keep him from asking for the pink Dora tennis shoes. I'm a pretty open-minded person when it comes to his having a pink cup with flowers, a pink and yellow Dora blanket, wanting to wear my bra around the house... but I just can't bring myself to allow him to have flowery pink Dora tennis shoes. There are a few really cute pairs that look like shoes I'd wear. And there are the requisite character shoes (Cars/Lightning McQueen and Iron Man). I figure he'll pick one of these and am silently cheering for Iron Man, because, really, it's cooler. Of course, he immediately picks the Cars ones and won't try on any others for the rest of the time we are there.
So I sadly think, so much for the days when I used to keep him dressed pretty cute... at least I still get to pick out his clothes. And then this morning when we are getting dressed, he doesn't want to put on his shoes. Why? Because, and I quote: "I WANT SKECHERS. LIKE MARK!" Yes, Skechers. He is asking for name brands. Like the rich annoying kid at daycare who has older siblings. And I am thinking, "You don't need name brand shoes, kid! Name brands don't matter." But in the back of my mind, I'm thinking, "Skechers are so nineties."
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