The irony: He STILL prefers to wear his cousin's hand-me-down Nikes over those damn Pumas that cost us
(So, I win.)
This week, Gramma and Poppa so kindly offered to take all 3 boyz back-to-school sneaker shopping. Hubby and I heartily agreed
So, Eldest's new sneakers for 4th grade are colorful and retro and certainly would not be MY choice, but hey, he's the one who wanted them, much to Hubby's chagrin.
(Think circa DJ Jazzy Jeff.)
Parents just don't understand.
Baby came home with nothing. Apparently he wanted the exact SAME sneakers as Eldest (not a shocker there) for his big debut as a 1st grader, but they didn't have them in his size, so he just figured he would come home and that Hubby and I would readily agree to "buy them from the computer" (his words). Ummm, that would be a NO. (And yes, we are TOTALLY LYING and telling him sorry bud, they don't come in your size. Sue us.)
And then there's Middle.
Who was soooo proud of his new sneakers for 2nd grade.
His new ORANGE sneakers, he kept calling them.
Well, they're kinda pink.
From my Mom: "He saw them right away. He said he wanted those orange sneakers. And they DID look orange(ish) in the store!" *shoulder shrug* "So we bought them."
The Nike box is orange. The sneakers...are not.
What would you do?