Monday, June 05, 2006
Oh. My. Gosh.
My daughter has become a sales agent for this new trendy shoe called Crocs. She has come up with just about every reason why it's a worthwhile shoe, never mind that she wants them...needs them....has just got to have them!
I made the mistake of telling her that I had a couple pairs of clogs when I was a kid.
"SEE...you had clogs, I can have Crocs!"
She is not willing to have knock-offs; she "needs" the real thing. And suddenly so does my youngest guy -- he wants them too. Several of my daughter's school friends have them; several of those friends have little brothers who are friends with my youngest son...and they have them.
So, since yesterday afternoon, I have become a croc hunter. Look out, Steve Irwin, I'm your newest competition!
Update: Monday evening:
My daughter is the very happy owner of a pair of pink Crocs; my young son is unhappy as there were none in his size. These are a very POPULAR shoe and apparently there are back order wait lists for customers at some locations.
I "met" my daughter halfway and told her these are an early birthday present -- she was okay with that and mentally scratched off the IPod that was on her birthday wish list. "It's okay...I wouldn't even know how to download onto it."
A big sigh of relief from Mom.