Remember how I was all like, “I want black running shoes,” and made a big deal about it?
Let’s just say one man’s black shoe is another man’s grey-black-and-neon and blue-orange.
Black shoes are soooo last week.
My daughter tried to ruin my happiness because when she saw them she said, “no offense, but they look like ‘old man’ shoes,” and I told her to shut up, slammed my door, and cried. Not really. I kinda like that my 12-year-old has the confidence to rip on me, her Dad. I give her those little wins. For confidence. Maybe I’m wrong, but it feels like that’s a good thing.
Thought you’d all want updates on the shoes and a quick bit of parenting advice …fathers …let your daughters “win” some times.
Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the new fishing boat.
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