Let me preface this with- MY KID HAS ISSUES AND COMES BY THEM NATURALLY
I got a call this morning at the office from Cale. He generally calls once or twice a day just to say hi or ask when I’m coming home. He almost never calls in the morning unless something’s wrong. From his tone and the fussing in the background I can tell he’s frustrated. It went like this, “Can you please tell your kid that it’s ok to wear her black sparkle shoes! She doesn’t believe me and is throwing a fit!” Then he put Kenley on the line.
Kenley loves her Georgie. In fact he’s probably runs a close second to Dora and ties with Care Bears. So I found her a Georgie Shirt. She wore it today with some little (all her clothes are little b/c she’s a shrimp) black capri tights. All’s good until it was time for her to go to school (aka daycare) and she had to put some shoes on. She and Cale dumped her entire basket of shoes out on the floor to find a pair that matched her outfit. Cale picked out her black sparkle mary janes (similar to the ones below). Kenley was very upset by this because- imagine her saying this with a –geez why am I having to explain this to you, look-, “Those shoes are only for dresses, Daddy!” There is absolutely no way she can wear them with shorts and her Georgie shirt. Cale tried to convince her that they were ok and got nothing but tears and a flat refusal to leave the house.
Then he put Kenley on the line. She says to me, “Mommy, I can’t wear my sparkle shoes. They’re for dresses (whimper & sniff)” I told her, that yes they’re for dresses but they’re so pretty they’ll look nice with pants too. And they’re so pretty she can wear them with whatever she wants. She sniffled some more and confirmed that it was ok to wear them which translates to: Are you sure Daddy knows what he’s talking about. She says, “Thank you Mommy, I love you, have a good day,” then gave the phone back to Cale who also has a somewhat grumpy thank you for me. I’m giggling.
Apparently they made it out the door b/c Cale calls back a few minutes later. Poor guy, he had a rough morning. They put all her shoes back in the basket in her closet and Cale lined her boots up in front of the basket. Kenley had another breakdown because he put her blue sparkle boots in the spot where her pink polka dot rain boots go-she again had to explain the wrongness to Daddy- and the world was ending. He was calling me back to tell me this is all my fault and today she’s my kid.