Shoes

I remember my dad taking me shoe shopping once. I must have been in kindergarten or 1st grade. Not very old. He found these purple shoes and decided that they were the ones I was going to where.

I hated them.

They were Velcro. He said they were sturdy, and they would go on fast. They had a pocket on the side with a white button. He said I could put a dime in it.

I cried. I cried a lot as a youngster.

It did nothing. My dad still bought me those shoes and I am sure that I wore them until they fell apart. I don't really remember, but I remember being so mad that I didn't get to choose my own shoe.

A couple of weeks ago at Target, I found these shoes:

They are so stinkin' cute. I absolutely love them. Even though Daughter wasn't with me, I bought them. I was so excited. I was sure she would love them. They have pink on them after all.

She hated them.

She would not even try them on.

I thought about making her wear them anyway, because I had all ready bought them. Then I remembered the shirts in her drawer that she refuses to wear. So, sadly, I took them back.

If only my feet were smaller. I could wear them.