I have become persona non gratis in my grandson’s life, because I bought him a pair of shoes.  They weren’t great shoes or expensive shoes.  They were Lightning McQueen shoes…you know from the Disney animated film Cars.  He loves that movie.  In truth he is obsessed with that movie.  He has all the cars, he knows their names, he watches the movie over and over…he is a nut about that movie.  So, when I found a pair of Crocs that looked like Lightning McQueen for $2.18 of course I bought them for him.  OMG! He loved them!!  He put one on right away, and tucked the other under his chin as if it was a baby.  He wore one and cuddled one for a solid two hours.  He finally relented and put both shoes on, and everywhere we went he insisted that all of the new people look at his “budin shoes” (I truly don’t know how to spell this, but it is the sound he says a car makes…you know…it goes budin budin).  He couldn’t wait for his mommy and daddy to see them.  We discussed what they would say, and we both agreed that they would say “Wow!”  Which of course they did. 

Well, later that night as his mommy was getting him ready for his bath, she attempted to take the shoes off of him and mayhem ensued.  Apparently, the precious was not going to remove the shoes for any reason.  Normally he loves his bath more than anything else, but not this night.  It wasn’t going to happen.  His daddy decided to just put him in the tub shoes and all.  Well, the precious decided he had the stupidest dad on the planet.  No one gets in the tub with shoes on, and he wasn’t going to either.  When my non-vag. daughter called to tell me about the incident, the precious was sitting on the couch buck naked with just the budin shoes on.  She said she was going to put his pajamas on him over the shoes and hope for the best.  She realized that he was going to sleep in the shoes, but once that took place she was going to remove them and wash his feet.  I heard nothing more that night.

Today at noon my son called to tell me he hated me.  He asked if I had spoken to his wife.  I told him no, and he said if she called and he were me, he wouldn’t answer.  I asked what the problem was, and he said “those damn shoes.”  You see the precious woke up at 3:00 a.m. and was more than a little upset that someone had removed his budin shoes.  As a result he woke everyone else up.  His mother refused to put the shoes back on him, but she put them in the crib and let him sleep with them.  Apparently the getting back to sleep took awhile though.  She finally gave up and went to bed, and let him lull himself back to sleep.  Now he has a blankie, a teddy bear, a basketball, and his budin shoes in bed with him to get to sleep.  I think his mom is more than a little concerned that he has an unnatural attachment to things, and that his crib is getting really crowded.

I don’t worry about them being upset or saying that I spoil him and that they are going to keep him away from me, because I know how much energy it takes to keep up with him.  Eventually they have to have a break and I’ll be there.  Besides, if they had seen those shoes for $2.18 they would have bought them too.  You see when they look at him they see spoiled, but when I look at him I just see how happy those shoes have made him.  Yes, those shoes have made them miserable, but I remember all the crap my parents bought my kids that made me miserable so I figure I’m just doing it right.  I think the precious would agree.

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