So here's the thing. We had just returned from town on a Sunday after a kickboxing training session, knackered and ready to collapse in front of the TV for the rest of the day (oh how exciting my life is) when my eldest daughter suddenly pipes up with "I need new shoes cos mine are too small"
Why is it shoes fit fine and then suddenly one day they are about three sizes too small?
So off the six of us trudge back to town to get her shoes. Usually my son who is 14 would stay at home but in between the huffs and grunts that come out of a hormonal teenagers mouth, I managed to decipher that he was bored and fancied a ride out.
In the shoe shop, I see a pair of shoes that I thought looked nice and showed them to my daughter. Her face said it all..."Urggh! Dad you have no style" so I told her to go and find some that were stylish. Within this time, my other two daughters jumped on the bandwagon and decided they need new shoes. I knew they were lying, my wife knew they were lying but we did what we usually do and gave in cos after half an hour in that bloody shop, I would have paid anything just to get out. Then my son wants some shoes because it's not fair they get treated and he doesn't...this is taking the mickey now. We go in for one pair of shoes, but end up looking for four pairs. It was nearly and hour now and the girls must have tried on about ten different pairs in all different sizes...my stress levels were at an all time high along with all the other poor parents in the same position.
Well, three of them managed to find some they liked except my eldest who we came in for in the first place. As I was standing there telling her that she would have to just hobble to school in her old pair, a friend of hers came in wearing the same shoes I had shown her originally "OMG I love your shoes...Dad, I want these ones"