Instead of purchasing any of the things on the list, she bought Little Bits some sleeveless pajamas (very handy for wintertime) and a new pink coat ... after I just dropped $40 on a beautiful little corduroy swing coat for her. Best case scenario, my coat gets worn half as often, worst case is she gets all attached to the pink coat and there's a battle royale every time I try to get my coat on her. You know what? Mr-Mama's coat is going back. I picked out a coat I really like for my kid to wear all winter, and she's going to wear it. Finis.
I can't get around the other problem she purchased for me, though. She bought the Bear sneakers that look like cars, with lights in the heels. He wore them yesterday (since she brought them over when I was not home), and he wanted to wear them to school today. I said no. Tears ensued.
She sent me four text messages about the shoes from Hilton Head to make sure she had the size right. I ignored the first three. The fourth came after midnight, when she informed me that she bought the shoes and I should let her know whether to exchange sizes before she came home. I wrote her back and said, "While he would love shoes with lights, I already bought him some very nice shoes to play in for winter." Did that stop her? Ha!
I draw the line at wearing these shoes to school or church. I would prefer that my child never wear plastic shoes that light up, but as a grandmother, I suppose it's her prerogative to buy hideous items that he will love madly. However, one would hope that she would have enough foresight to realize that buying my kid something I will not let him wear every day means that she has purchased a boxful of family trauma. Thanks, My-My!
Mr. J called me a fascist this morning when I told the Bear that his new shoes are not school shoes, and handed him his school shoes instead. (We are still in a cold war stand-off after yesterday's explosion.) I'm OK with that. At least my kids will grow up learning to dress for the occasion.
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