These are my favorite, I hate them.

We walked into Target with broken, floppy shoes, to launch the rigorous task of searching for the perfect replacement.

Tempest, “mom! I love these shoes!”

Perusing the shoe aisle, we found them, teal and pink, like a Keen, with a Velcro strap over the top, and around the back of the foot.

Me, “great, throw them in the cart.”

*pats self on back for being a good mom*

After we pay and remove the tags, she plops down by the Target entrance and excitedly puts them on.

And, guess what?

She hates them.

Like, lose her shit for all the judgy shoppers, and all the parking lot double takes, hates them.

*eye roll*

Thanks for the lesson in humility, kid.

The next day, she decided she loves them, and they became her favorite.

*shrug* whatever.

Now, here we are, the following year, history repeating itself, with literally the same pair of shoes, just this years updated version.

I know the struggle: wheeling your screaming kid out of a store, dodging all the glances.

Ignore those Karens.

You got this.