those pretty pink boots<\/a> (and they don’t even have the lovely pink color on the site–actually, it’s called rose blossom, but pink will suffice). And can I blame him? I admit it, I still love pink. It’s not my favorite–that would be green for anyone who cares–but it’s right up there. <\/p>\n“Those are the ones you want?” I asked<\/p>\n
“Yep!” he said.<\/p>\n
“Do you like any of the others?”<\/p>\n
“I like these.”<\/p>\n
“Fine with me!” I said cheerfully. The salesman–a relatively young guy–brings out the right size. “Hop up in that seat and try them on.”<\/p>\n
Doodles climbs up. An older man is trying on boots. He’s joking around with Doodles and when the boots come out, he says, “That’s a girl color! Why are you wearing a girl color?”<\/p>\n
I scoff, “There’s no such thing as a girl color.”<\/p>\n
Doodles happily echoes me. “There’s no such thing as a girl color.”<\/p>\n
The older man turns to the salesman, “That’s a girl color!”<\/p>\n
The salesman, bless his heart, said, “All colors for all people.”<\/p>\n
I had Doodles walk around the store with the boots. Hard to tell if boots fit because they’re a little stiff, so Doodles is wandering around the store like a little Frankenstein. When we’ve made a circuit, I ask another salesperson who is standing around, “Do these fit him? He’s walking funny.”<\/p>\n
He bends down and tries to find Doodles’s toes. “They’re a little big but he won’t be tripping on them or falling down or anything.” He pauses, looks at the shoes, looks at Doodles, and then asks, “Didn’t they have any of the other colors in back?” Sigh.<\/p>\n
“These are the ones he wants.”<\/p>\n
So, I buy Doodles his shoes. I am embarrassed to admit I asked him one final time if he wanted to look at other colors, but he remained steadfast in his choice. <\/p>\n
I’ve got<\/i> to get to the gym more. I have a hunch I’m going to be beating up a few kids this winter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It snowed! True, it didn’t stick for very long, but actual snowflakes came down from the heavens, leading my darling son to proclaim, “Where are my snow boots?” “Right here!” I called out, as I retrieved them from the closet. His lovely blue size 5 snow boots that aren’t, in any stretch of the imagination, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-493","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/493","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=493"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/493\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=493"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=493"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=493"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}