We bought lots of
slightly too large in order to get the most mileage out of them as possible school clothes today, but a few weeks ago we purchased new shoes and both a new backpack (physically necessary) and a new lunch bag (emotionally necessary).
These are they.
The photograph on the left doesn’t do those sneakers justice. They are truly hideous shoes. I mean deeply ugly. The pink and purple are the sort of neon tone you’d get from colored highlighters. So they match pretty much no item of clothing ever made.
BUT Adelaide wanted “twinkle shoes,” that was her one request, and these were the only
$45 monstrosities sneakers Stride Rite carried in her size that lit up.
Side Note: How is that even possible?! Light-up shoes are immensely popular. Did Stride Rite do that on purpose to try to get rid of these horrible shoes their buyer invested in after breakup binge drinking? There’s gotta be a story there.
Adelaide loves them—sigh—so that automatically makes them money well spent.
The items in the photo on the right are her new backpack and lunchbox. She was presented with a display full of different bags—some pink or purple with fairies or anthropomorphized vixens on them—and this is what she chose: a dinosaur and a pirate skull.
It’s a little insane how proud this makes me.
We even went to the Disney store afterwards (for a different reason), which was full of girly backpacks and lunch things, and she was still thrilled with her choices.
The only thing that makes me nervous about this is the thought that one of the older kids—Montessori is a mixed age group, so there will be children in her class turning six this year—might say something to Adelaide about her bags being “for boys” and ruining how much she likes them. She’s spunky when she’s comfortable, but she tends to hang back and be really quiet and shy until then, so I don’t think being challenged right away would go over well.
But I’m not going to borrow trouble. I’m just going to enjoy that my princess-obsessed three year old opted for gender neutral bags and stop there.
On a related note, we visited the boys section a few times today during our clothes shopping. The sizing is totally different—I bought her a 2T Henley that was actually a little too big—but it tends to be slightly less expensive, more durable, and sometimes much cooler.
For instance, there were NO superhero shirts in the girls section. None. But there were several displays in the boys section. As I sidled over to one of them, I said something to Adelaide (ie, mostly to myself) about there being zero superhero choices in the girls section and how it was “a conspiracy, if you ask me,” and another mom across the aisle shouted over that she agreed.
The Target trip concluded with an armload of mostly girly outfits, a mermaid Barbie, and a Justice League t-shirt.
Spot on, I’d say.