More Isms

I took my mom to our local sporting goods store for some birthday shopping. It happens to be a really happening place, and they sell pretty much everything (and no, it's not Walmart). It turns out my mom just wanted flip-flops for her birthday, not a gun, but they sell shoes at the sporting goods store too.

Lots of shoes. And aisles of sandles. And flip-flops.

Seems that Landry and Cael really liked looking at the variety of flip-flops available. We do live in West Texas, where the variety includes animal prints of all varieties, rhinestones, sequins, flowers, bows and your average-run-of-the-mill-boring ones...

Cael held up a pair of nicely sequined, gold flip-flops and shouted, "Mom, I love these flip-flops! Can I have them?" To which I sadly responded, "Wow, Cael, those are amazing, but they're girl flip-flops...". I know, I'm a heart breaker. He quickly recovered by announcing, "Ewwwww, yuck!" and hung them back up on the rack. He started analyzing the rows of gaudy, decorated flip-flops, found the plainest ones he could find and held them up. "Mommy, are these boy flip-flops?" "Yes", I responded. "I LOVE these flip-flops!"

Glad we could clear that one up.

And, in case you're wondering, they also sell animal print rain boots or Wellingtons if we're being proper.

And since Cael was on a roll...

Cael and Landry were wrestling in one of the aisles of the shoe section. They were being funny, crazy and probably only a little irritating to the diligent department employees. After an enthusiastic wrestling match Cael came running down the aisle to me yelling, "Mommy, you need to come see this bug, it's really creepy!" (Yes, creepy is one of his favorite words lately). Wishing to appease him and thinking he was totally kidding, (and trying to pry my attention away from some really cute shoes but it didn't work, I totally bought them anyway), I grabbed his hand and followed him to where he and Landry had just been rolling around on the floor. He froze, and yelled, "Where'd it go?!?". Now I was unnerved. He was serious! But just to check, I asked, "Cael, was there really a big bug?" "Yes!" "Where?" "I don't know, but now it's gone!" If you don't know me, I was literally crawling out of my skin about this time. A bug (or worse, perhaps a spider) big enough to attract the attention of my 4-year old was now missing in the general area we were now standing in. Thankfully we were able to purchase the shoes with no interactions with any real (or imagined) large bugs.