Cakes likes to choose her own clothing now, especially when it comes to shoes and hats. This would be charming, except for one thing: she has hideous taste.
I never used to bring her shopping, but after twice buying shoes and having to return them because they didn’t fit, I’ve resigned myself to having to bring her with me, at least when she requires new footwear. Our shopping expeditions are becoming more and more stressful.
This week she needed new running shoes. We go to Winners, which Cakes just loves. Since she won’t stay in her stroller, I set her loose and she makes a beeline for the shoe section. This girl LOVES her shoes. When she gets to the shoe isle, her eyes widen, she starts to salivate and before I know it she has kicked off her sandals and slid on some sparkly purple espadrilles, ladies size 8. She clomps along happily, and I coax her to the children’s aisle. While I look for cute sneakers that aren’t pink she finds some orange sequinned sandals with which she replaces the espadrilles and is ready to head for the clothing section (she knows the routine).
“Cakes, we’re not buying those. You need running shoes. Please, try these, they’re cute.”
“Honey, please”, beseechingly.
[Emphatic shaking of head, followed by stomping off towards the clothing aisle.]
McHotty and I wrestle her to the ground (yes, it takes two of us to buy our daughter shoes) remove the tacky sandals and try on the cute sneakers. Thank god they fit.
We head for the clothing, and on the way Cakes snatches a Barbie suitcase. Fine. I let her run up and down the aisle with it while I look for pyjamas for fall. In the space of three minutes, she manages to snatch a white cowboy hat and a giant Bugs Bunny (why does she gravitate towards brands when she doesn’t even watch any TV?) Next thing you know, she’ll want a fucking Dora backpack.
More than ready to leave by now, I head for the checkout, first having to wrestle away suitcase and rabbit. I was going to give in and buy her the cowboy hat, but the ever sensible McHotty distracted her with a cracker and we were able to dump it before we reached the cashier.
Do you take your kids shopping? Any tips for me?
As you can see, her mother shares her tacky taste in footwear.