Last evening our son was Confirmed. Last Friday it finally occurred to me that he actually would need some new clothes for this event.
I had already made plans for myself and the youngest girlies, and so I asked my dear one to step in and go shopping.
On the list: pants, shirt, tie, shoes. After the shopping trip: pants-check, shirt-check, tie-check, shoes-no check. The thought process was to buy shoes that he could wear for the Confirmation and also would be appropriate for school in the Fall. We all just ran out of time.
So, I went to plan B. He could wear his older brother's shoes (which have not been worn in a year) and we'd get him school shoes in August.
Come the big night and, uh oh, big brother actually needs those shoes.
Plan C: borrow shoes from a cousin. All well and good except he didn't like them. So he made the next plan. He took, without asking, the only other nice pair of shoes left that actually fit and wore them. So when his oldest brother tried to get ready to go . . . his shoes were missing. He ending up wearing the size 10 1/2 shoes which fit no one. Ouch!
Come to find out the shoes that Confirmation kid took were his brother's Air Force dress shoes. Oops!
Thankfully, there was no yelling, no smacking upside the head and only ten squished toes.
The ceremony was lovely and we have a new soldier in the family.
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