It’s like pickles and peanut butter—they’re both great, but they just don’t go together very well. Now, usually the toddler is a good sport, and we have a nice time shopping.
Today was not one of those days.
He didn’t take his nap, which happens now and then. (Especially since he needs to nap early, so he’s up in time to walk the noisy boys home from school.) The plan was to have a snack, do homework, and head to the shoe store. (Buy one, get one half off!)
This is usually a fairly simple process. Measure feet. Pick out shoes. Try shoes on. Buy shoes.
Today it was, “pull shoes out of the box and try them on without even checking the size because Mom is totally busy chasing our wild maniac toddler brother around the store to keep him from destroying things.”
Yeah. One of those.
I declared defeat after about twenty minutes, and we headed to the van. “We’ll have to come back later, guys. Without your little brother.”
About halfway home it sunk in, and Twin A. said, “You mean all of that was for nothing?”
“Yup,” I confirmed.
“Oh, come on!” He moaned.
I couldn’t agree more. Now on to the dinner hour. Always an adventure!