OK America, (In my Bernie Mac voice) tonight we went out to pick up a few things for C.J. For those of you who do not know, babies grow rapidly and you will find yourself shopping for things that fit all the time. Finding the clothing items was not a problem. We got what she needed and kept it moving. On the list tonight was shoes also. I found out something interesting tonight. Did any of you know that a baby's feet can be two different sizes? Again no one ever told me so I found out on my own tonight. We have to make sure she gets the good shoes from Stride Rite to help her feet develop properly and support her arches and ankles at the same time.
All of that went over well. It was when we could not find her any dress shoes to go along with the casual walkers, we made the decision to get her some sneakers. Now this is right down Daddy's alley because he was once labeled "The Last of the Sneaker Wearers" by his friends. Yes folks in the time of Timberland boot, Construct, Beef and Broccoli, Single sole or Double you all remember the lingo. Instead I chose to dedicate myself to finding the most exotic and throwback sneakers I could. This was before all this retro stuff of the early millennium. I did it first people and did it well.
So we are in the store and of course Daddy likes all the basketball style sneakers and some of the running kicks. The only thing is that he despises pink and has vowed to do all he can to never ever buy anything with girly pink in it. Hot pink is OK. However Mommy rest her eyes on a nice pair of Nike's but the swoosh is pink. Daddy is like no, lets get some Jordan's. After we go back and forth we leave without sneakers. While in the mall Daddy tells Mommy that this time he will yield to her and she can pick the sneakers. Mommy is skeptical but goes along with it. I am glad to report that the sneakers she wanted did not come in C.J.'s size. So then we saw two pair that we liked and we held them up in front of C.J. C.J. looked for a second and then began to grab at the sneaker she wanted, which was the Lebron James sneaker. The funny thing about that is, Daddy hates Lebron James!
What is good is that C.J. was able to make a thought out decision. Go ahead and call me nuts but the girl looked and she processed. Then she evaluated and made her decision. My girl is on her way. Who knew that even in a shoe store you could help develop her young mind by challenging her to make a decision? This Daddy gig is getting better and better as the days go by.
Today is Friday and C.J. can stay up as late as she wants. Mommy tried to put her to bed but Daddy reminded her of what she had already told our kid. I reminded her that we want to always tell the truth and keep our word. I just hope this one does not come back to kick me in the butt. You all remember to pray because we know that prayer changes things!
