Ronan was so excited to get new shoes. "Mom! When are we going to go to Target? You said we can get new shoes!" He's been wearing his snow boots for about six weeks straight. Poor kid needs some shoes. So the three nuts and I go to Target today to get some kicks.
I am hoping for a sale, but just really hoping to be in and out of there in fifteen minutes. We book it to the shoe department. Ava measures Ronan's foot while I scan the two rows of boys casual shoes. One starts at size 13 and one ends at size 12. My big boy is a size 13.5 and gets to move up to the big boy shoes. Exciting right! No! That's when they take the velcro off and replace them with laces. I knew this day would come. I mean eventually everyone wears tennis shoes that tie. But I am not ready today! I am willing to fake though, because what else can a mom do?
Ronan will not play along. He throws himself on the floor sobbing that he can't tie his shoes, he WON'T tie is shoes, he won't practice. He will just wear the snow boots until he dies. Really, he said that. I told him everyone needs to practice and he sobs, "No they don't. Everyone else just knows how to tie and can do it the first time." He enters the I-will-refuse-to-listen-to-anything-reasonable zone.
UGH! I consider bribing with candy, and I consider what things I can take away from him without punishing myself more. I just want to throw down the diaper bag (yeeees, my three year old still needs diapers) and walk out the store, march over to Starbucks, sit at a table and cry.
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDelete