Bootery

Ross got some new kicks last weekend.  As we headed up to the bootery on the square, he was pumped.  He's slightly particular about his shoes.  They've got to be tie shoes- velcro look sort of baby-ish.  He doesn't want any dorky colors on them either.  Oh, and they've got to be Nike's.  When we walked in, he was pretty sure he was still a size 1.  Upon measuring his foot, it was determined he was acutally a size 2!  This was a huge deal to him.

 

He picked out his favorite style but the smallest size they had was a 2.5. He tried them on, did a couple sprints around the perimeter of the store before deciding they were slippin' off his heal, just a teeny bit.

 

When the bootery owner said she could order a size 2 for him next week, Ross' face fell.  He wanted shoes THAT day; not next week.  We reviewed all the other styles on display one more time before deciding he really wanted the style he just tried on.  When the bootery owner went to order the shoes, she noticed that style had been discontinued.  Ross' face fell even more (if that was even possible).  All I could think of was Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day when Alexander's brothers got awesome shoes while Alexander got the dorky ones.

 

When I asked Ross what he wanted to do, he whispered in my ear he wanted to try on the 2.5's one more time.  As the bootery owner laced them up, Ross swore they were feeling much better this time.   I winked at the bootery owner as he ran the perimeter of the store before deciding they were actually the perfect size for him. 

 

As we walked out of the store with his brand new, black, size 2.5 Nike's, he looked up at me and said, "Thanks Mom", to which I replied, "No problem Ross, I wouldn't have missed this for the world"

 

Ross' new kicks