Kids: “Let’s go to that store! Let’s go to that store!”
Me: “What? Why?”
Kids: “It would be so much fun!”
Me: “Sorry to break it to you guys, but you are going to be very disappointed some day when you actually go inside a Shoe Carnival.”
Kids: “Let’s go to that store! Let’s go to that store!”
Me: “What? Why?”
Kids: “It would be so much fun!”
Me: “Sorry to break it to you guys, but you are going to be very disappointed some day when you actually go inside a Shoe Carnival.”
My Wonderful Wife, to Little Miss Thing, age 4:
“You may not wear those today. Shoes have to fit onto your feet. It’s kind of a rule.”
Tonight I am celebrating her last day of 7th grade with the oldest.
We have this special thing where we celebrate all our special occasions with ice cream because she has loved getting ice cream since she was little.
Except, tonight she surprised me and asked for a pair of shoes instead.
Huh.
I guess she’s not my little baby anymore.
Damn it’s dusty in the Target shoe section.
I guess I wasn’t ready. I suppose no one ever is.