Resuscitation

Flap.  Flap.  Flap.  Flap.  YaYa is on the way out the door for an event, wearing a pair of not-so-very-well-made but very loved shoes.  On the right foot, the bottom of the shoe is held in place only by a thread near the toe, and it’s a miracle that the entire thing hasn’t simply just fallen apart.  Fearful that other people are going to think that I’m a terrible parent who really doesn’t provide adequate footwear for my kids, I tell her, “Honey, it’s time to throw those shoes away.  I think they are done.”

She gasps in horror and traipses down to the basement to find Dr. Peds. “Why?!?  Why would you throw shoes that still fit away?”

Possibly I would throw them away because they are literally falling apart before my eyes.  I will sneakily throw away items that I believe are too much of a pain to repair.  Dr. Peds will fix ANYTHING  that is broken. This is why when something breaks the kidlets hide it away from me until Dr. Peds gets home.   Sure enough, he comes up the stairs with a tube of Automotive Goop (who has that just lying around in their basement, anyway?) and proceeds to kindly and calmly glue the pieces of the shoe back together.

One satisfied Dad, glad to be of service.   One extremely happy daughter (with shoes that now smell like feet and highly obnoxious automotive glue).  One amazed mother.