Cliff hanger answered:
I wrapped up a toy baby bed from the basement to remind Lad that we gave him his mattress for Christmas. He's said to me a few weeks prior that we didn't need to get him anything since he was staying here WITH A DOG. That showed some real maturity, I felt. I did get him a few real things in addition to a toy baby bed.
Plus next to Lad and Ed's stockings, I hung VERY tiny sport coats that I'd saved in case H and L would one day wear them.
Tank: UM, I DON'T THINK THIS WILL FIT ME.
Me: IT'S JUST AN EXAMPLE - YOU NEED TO BE WITH ME TO TRY ON A SPORT COAT. IT'S LIKE A PROMISE. DUH.
|This bottom piece was a tad thicker|
so that Baby Jesus could stand up.
BECAUSE SHIT HAPPENS
3. I think Finn is an atheist. Look what he did to my sweet wooden Baby Jesus. It's part of a nativity set that I've had since before we were married. I wasn't very happy. This happened while I was napping a few days after Christmas. Mini begged to let Finn off of his leash to hang out in the kitchen. She and Tank promised to watch him. :"WE THOUGHT HE HAD A BONE."
On their patio he opened an amazing pair of Air Jordan basketball shoes. His face. Well, he was blown away. He looked at me like WTF? Nana called from the doorway, ARE THEY THE RIGHT SIZE? They weren't. They are a 14.
Ed: YEAH, BUT NIKE RUNS SMALL. * proof that we've trained our kids to just show gratitude and we can discuss size options/ returning at home.
Reg was incredibly grateful and thanked my parents profusely. But he's a size 13 - sometimes even a 12.5. The shoes do not fit. We pondered what to do.Options:
1. I could ask for a receipt and get them in a different size or just return them. Reg JUST bought new basketball shoes before Christmas.
2. We could hope or anticipate that his feet might keep growing, but most of my guys are a 13. Tank is the exception with his size 15, but even lately he hasn't been measuring that big.
If you are nodding your head and saying, OF COURSE TANK IS THE EXCEPTION, that just shows that you come here often.
My kids also pointed out that these aren't really the kind of shoe you wear to play basketball. They're more to wear around for status, or to be cool. Well. That really isn't how we roll. I believe my mom bought these before she heard the story of the kid on the opposing Entitled team telling Reg: "NICE BROKE ASS SHOES." My kids would never wear a $200 plus pair of shoes, just to be showy. They also said, you COULD wear them to play basketball, but they made it sound like they aren't necessarily made for performance on the court.
Later, I noticed an EBAY tag on them. Hmm, another layer to the quandary. What on earth? My mom has never touched a computer. Well, she'd probably dusted one. How could she have gotten something off of ebay, and what would that mean in terms of trying to return them?
Detective Ernie texted my brother Pat and asked if he'd helped her. Yep. Below is his response:
|Please hold while I grab my crystal ball and check to see|
if Reg's feet are done growing. AND yes, he was excited. He hadn't tried them on. AND DUH - he has manners, of course he is excited. What is even happening?
Big enough so he wouldn't outgrow them, or so big that he would never wear them? Excited - YES, until we got home and he tried them on, and then I noticed the ebay tag.
I cannot wrap my brain around why she asked Pat for help. Other than, he is billed as the hero, someone who knows stuff. I mean, I am his mother and I happen to know Reg's size. I could've offered guidance here. Now we are stuck between a rock and a potentially non-returnable pricey item. This is different than a polo shirt Mom bought on sale for $25 that can't be returned.
Reminder: Pat's the same brother that proofread the book my dad wrote and distributed at Christmas that made Lad feel terrible. My dad described people's 'issues' if they had any - for Lad that was having ADD. Pat and his kids and wife? Glowing descriptions. Lad flipped to his page and ran out of my parents' house balling. Imagine Pat telling Dad: "SURE PRINT IT, DAD. LOOKS GREAT."
I waited for Pat to come back from Disney. Then I texted him to let him know that there are no guarantees that these shoes will ever fit Reg. Also, Pat might be Mr. Basketball from the 90s, but his boys aren't athletic. He probably doesn't realize that these shoes aren't worn to PLAY basketball.
|DOES THIS MEAN IF HE DIDN'T RECENTLY BUY AIR JORDAN'S THAN THIS PAIR MUST BE BETTER? AND HE SHOULD JUST TOSS OUT HIS CURRENT PAIR THAT CAN'T BE RETUNED BECAUSE HE WORE THEM? A COLLECTOR'S ITEM? WHAT?|
I could call my mom and let her know they don't fit, but for now I'm letting Mr. Hero navigate the situation. He's said nothing since I texted him a week ago.
Please share your thoughts. Weird factor? Pat's involvement? What would you do? Am I alone thinking this was strange, particularly Pat's involvement? Anyone have an idea where to find a new wooden baby Jesus? Anyone know a guy with a size 14 that wants to buy a pair of Air Jordan's? Anyone else use household items to alert kids to difficult to purchase, or already purchased gifts?
Tune in tomorrow for a not-so-frustrating blooper, but one that I think will make you split a gut.