Red Chuck Taylor's and Comitutes....Happy Day Off Trish!!!

This morning I fortunately did not awake to a horrendous smell.  Instead, I had an eight year-old boy convinced he is Sonic the Hedgehog needing new shoes.  After spending two hours giving Gavin reasons why spray painting shoes and adding white buckles to them is a BAD idea he finally committed to looking for a red pair of shoes. 

After an exhaustive internet search we found a pair of red Chuck Taylor’s that Gavin deemed perfect!  Any other person would see this to be an ideal situation as we had found the perfect pair of shoes before we left the house, however; there is a back-story…and here it is:

I am a hardcore Chuck Taylor enthusiast.  I have a broad collection of those fabulous shoes that I began collecting at the age of 15.  When I bore the fruit of my loins I was sure that they would LOVE Chuckie T’s as much as I do…boy, was I wrong.  Paige, a girl after my own heart, loved them; Gavin did not.  When Gavin was a year and a half he FINALLY started walking and needed shoes.  I bought him his very first pair of Chuckie T’s, red, and couldn’t wait for him to take on the world.  Unfortunately, he HATED the Chuck T’s!  One day I was looking for his shoes and couldn’t find them.  That very same day, the toilet stopped working.  I didn’t know then that the two incidents coincided…. 

After searching for the missing red Chuck I decided I had bigger fish to fry, mainly the toilet that wouldn’t flush.  My ex-husband decided to snake the toilet and alas found the missing Chuck Taylor…or at least part of a shoelace.  After having to replace the toilet we found the Chuckie T and vowed never to buy them for Gavin again...until today. 

We went to FIVE shoe stores to find red Chuck’s.  When we finally found them, heaven shone a light upon the fabulous shoes much like Dorothy’s ruby slippers in the Wizard of Oz and I saw a smile on the face of Gavin/Sonic the Hedgehog like I haven’t seen in forever. 

Score 1 for mom!!!!

I have to admit, there was a sense of pride that I had as I brought Gavin home to show Paige his new shoes, until…

Paige: “What do you call people who sell themselves?”                                             Me: “Um…prostitutes?”
Paige: “I wanna be one!”
Me: “WHAT?!?!?!”
Paige: “NO!  A comitute, you know, a comedian!”
Me: (face palm): “What happened to the inventitute?”
Paige: “I got fired because my boss didn’t like the smell!”

Score
Tiny Humans 1,000,000,000
Me 1