And what an adventure gear shopping was. First T needed a protective cup. Yeah, I have no idea what size or shape to get. It's gibberish to me. He had medium last year and that seemed to fit until I shrunk it he out grew it. I soon realized that you don't dry the little undie thing that the cup fits into in the dryer. So the store employee saw that I had no idea what I was doing and willingly helped me figure out that though they run a little smaller medium was still the size to go with based on weight. I think we were successful, T said it's not tight anymore!
So after the all important protective cup, we needed to look for baseball socks and cleats. We picked black socks since we don't know what his team colors are yet (though if his coach has anything to say about it, he will be on the Twins).
Onto cleats. Oh my word cleat shopping is a job! I thought I was doing everything right, and now that I think about it I was. It just took a l o o o o n g time. I measured his foot at a 2 (forgetting that he has wide feet) so I did what I see all little feet employees do, they measure a half size up for the shoe. I asked for a 2 1/2 or 3. Wrong sizes. Two tight. Tried on a 3 1/2. Still too tight. It dawns on me that T has wide feet and I just need to keep going up 1/2 sizes until I can find shoe that fits him comfortable without his foot flying out of it. We found a 4.5 EEEEK! They fit, we brought them home. What attracted me to this particular shoe (remember I'm a girl) was that you could change the color of the swoosh. It can be whatever color T wants to be depending on his mood, or team colors. Right now the swoosh is orange since that's his favorite color. *cleats are different than shoes, as I learned from the protective cup expert employee who helped me. I had asked him "can you tell me where I can find shoes." He politely responded, "shoes or cleats?" "Cleats.", I confidently responded as if I knew all along what I was talking about.
Since we were cleat shopping for T, and K was along for the ride, I asked K if he wanted to get baseball shoes. Nope was his reply. He said, "I won't try on any baseball shoes" So I bribed him with quench bubblegum. He complied. We found size 2 cleats for his feet and the swoosh is light blue right now.
As were trying different sizes of cleats this fight, arguement, discussion ensued over quench gum and just being bored with shopping in general.
K is holding the quench gum asking if he can please, please, please have a piece of gum. I say, "no you need to wait until we pay for it."
T rips takes the package out of K's hand and says, "you need to share with me." I say, "T let him hold it." "Yeah, Timmy. Let me have it back!" Package is ripped out of Timmy's hands. No wait the package is back in T's hands. Volume level is getting louder. "Leave the gum alone or neither of you will get it." "Here K" "thanks T!" (there was lots of sarcasm in that last statement.) "You guys!" "Stop pushing!" "Both of you knock it off!" (I was not yelling loudly, it was mostly a whispered growl) "Please, let's just try on shoes" "These hurt!" These are two tight!" "I don't like how these feel" "Why aren't they orange?" "Because you can make them any color you want" "Are we done yet?" "Okay guys, let's go. We're done" "I need to look for wristbands!" "Okay, let's go find wristbands"
So we are done with gear shopping for now. The boys have their shoes cleats, and T's fully protected. Evaluations are done. Soon practices, and games and practices, and games begin!
3 comments:
This is a fun story!
As I was typing this Kenan saw his name and asked why he saw his name mentioned. I told him I was writing about him because he's so darn cute. He then told me that I should write that likes pirates. I didn't.
LOL, too funny! I need to bring Kordell baseball gear shopping...
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