Ways I Have Attempted to Con My Kids Into Putting Their F*cking Shoes On: A Non-Exhaustive List
1. Telling them, “Okay, it’s time to go. Kids, please get your shoes on.”
2. Adding, “Kids. Get your shoes on.”
3. Acknowledging that, yes, I KNOW they’re drawing pictures, but like I said, it’s time to go. Like right now.
4. Yes. Right now. This very instant. This moment in time. NOW.
5. Telling them to stop claiming they don’t know how to put their shoes on.
6. Telling them Santa is watching.
7. Reminding them that our Elf on the Shelf is right over there. See?
8. Saying that I’m sure the Easter Bunny is taking notes, too.
9. Telling them, no, Easter is not for a few months, but the important part is getting their f*cking shoes on.
10. Reminding them that Jesus is watching, too. Surely Jesus would get HIS shoes on.
11. Telling them that Big Brother is also watching, and realizing that it is a reference they will not understand, and explaining that, no, they do not have another brother, but that they DO have…to put their f*cking shoes on.
12. Saying I’m leaving without them.
13. Telling them no, no, no, of course I would never leave without them…as long as they put their f*cking shoes on.
14. Asking them to stop crying, I’m seriously not leaving without you. But now that I have your attention, please put your f*cking shoes on.
15. Telling them their shoes are hungry for feet. Look! Their tongues are sticking out!
16. “It’s a race! Who’s going to put theirs on first?”
17. “Second place is still pretty great. Stop crying.”
18. Saying we’re going to be late.
19. Telling them I know they don’t care if we’re late, but Daddy does.
20. Suggesting they might get a “treat” if they listen.
21. Saying they’ll never know what the treat is if they don’t put their f*cking shoes on.
22. Telling them to stop guessing what the treat is and put their f*cking shoes on.
23. Realizing I have no idea what the treat will be if they ever put their f*cking shoes on.
24. Asking them calmly if there is any particular reason they will not put their f*cking shoes on.
25. Telling my son he really should have told me fifteen minutes ago if he needs to poop because we were supposed to be in the car and halfway there by now. And also that his f*cking shoes should be on.
26. Asking my son to put on his shoes while he’s sitting there if he’s going to take that long on the toilet.
27. Asking him why he took his socks off before sitting on the toilet.
28. Putting his socks on him myself while he sings “God Bless America” loudly into my ear while still sitting on the toilet.
29. Asking my daughter how the f*ck she lost her f*cking shoes in the thirty seconds I was in the bathroom with her brother.
30. Telling my son that if he doesn’t like those socks he can go upstairs and find different ones.
31. Telling him I can’t get him different socks myself because I now need to find his sister’s shoes and then convince her to put them on.
32. Texting my wife who is wondering why we are not already there and telling her the kids won’t put their f*cking shoes on.
33. Receiving a text from my wife saying, “Why won’t they ever put their f*cking shoes on?”
34. Telling them to stop saying they don’t know how to put their shoes on. They’re almost five years old and they KNOW how to put their shoes on.
35. No, Daddy will not put their shoes on. There is no way in hell Daddy will put their shoes on at this point because it is now a matter of principle. We are already late anyway. They WILL put their own f*cking shoes on.
36. Waiting.
37. Telling them to stop singing “God Bless America.”
38. Glaring.
39. Telling them to stop singing “God Bless America.”
40. Glaring. Harder.
41. Waiting. Harder.
42. Looking at the clock.
43. Putting their f*cking shoes on myself.
44. Telling them that, yes, I do remember I said they could have a treat if they put their shoes on, but no, they’re not going to get that treat.
45. Because they didn’t put their f*cking shoes on.
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[By the way, because it needs to be said in this day and age…
I do not actually say the word “f*cking” to my children. I can’t f*cking believe you assumed so. Are you f*cking kidding me?]
This is f*cking awesome and Totally Dr. Suessesque…
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Thanks! I was worried people might think I was ripping off Dr. Seuss by including the F Word so many times, but it sounds like I pulled it off.
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I can certainly relate.
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Glad it’s not just me. :)
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Reblogged this on Cook 1608 and commented:
This is adorably amazing!
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Yes, I get the toilet part too. Never understood why my son has to be naked to poop on the toilet.
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Yeah, agreed. That drives me nuts and I’m glad I’m not the only one. I have to stop my son from instinctively taking his shirt off, too.
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And that is why we always leave our shoes in the car…
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Ooh, well played. My kids also like to take their shoes off in the car so it’s always fun to take this show on the road.
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It was when our youngest (3) would finally put her shoes on, walk to the car only to rip them off again that I gave up. Her shoes just live in the car. Going to be trickier with snow but I’m sure we’ll figure something out. There is the possibility that she’ll put them on but judging by her “cold weather outfit” earlier this week I doubt it. https://www.instagram.com/p/-wkBrWxo44/?taken-by=behindthewillows
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Yep. She’s definitely bundled up there. And just a thought–snow could be an excellent incentive for putting shoes on. “Well if you put your shoes on inside instead of the car, you wouldn’t have to walk barefoot on the freezing snow.”
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I may have to try it, though she’s just stubborn enough to go barefoot anyway… It’s like her mother never wears shoes either or something… oh wait, I don’t. ;) (Except when it snows then I wear boots!!!)
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Another show on the road! XD
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Just…Just yes. I endorse this post for president. For Supreme Ruler of the grand Earth Defense Initiative. I think you know why.
Because *my* kids won’t put their f*u*king shoes on. Why won’t any kids ever leave their f*u*king shoes on?
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I just don’t know. Apparently we are born not wanting to ever put our f*cking shoes on and are eventually socialized into putting our f*cking shoes on. By our poor parents.
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I feel like you must have been standing invisibly, watching over my shoulder for the last couple of years, every day.
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Yes, it has become part our daily routine. Every day, before we leave the f*cking house, we allocate at least 30 minutes to putting our f*cking shoes on.
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BAHAHAHAHA! I laugh now because mine are 2 and a half and I’m still putting their f*cking shoes on for the, but I’m sure I won’t be laughing in another year.
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Wait. Just wait…
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Raising twins. Wow. Just wow.
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Just wow indeed.
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At least unlike my childhood
My mum used to run behind me to get my pants on
:D
Best days of life, childhood
I’m glad you’re giving them the best of it, Sir!
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Thanks, man! I do my best. But for the record, I’d be giving them even more of the best of it if they’d put their f*cking shoes on.
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Been there, done it, still have no answers, but bribery does have a definite role to play.
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Yep. But it only works SOMETIMES.
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Reblogged this on CHI's blog.
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I love this
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Thanks!
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Omg absolutely hysterical! So true! Very well said. I can tell you having a 6 and an 8 year old myself it gets somewhat better. Somewhat.. Kind of..
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Thanks. That’s somewhat…kind of…comforting.
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I don’t have kids of my own but I have 22 kindergarteners at work so… yeah. I feel ya.
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Lol i love this, I’m a twin, and I know we can be a pain:)
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Did you and your sibling ever put your f*cking shoes on?
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This is so f*cking awesome!
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Thanks!
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Reblogged this on lexa and commented:
Unbelievable observation in this piece by a Dad about his twins. And written in such a laugh out loud manner. Absolutely first class and way too good not to share. Observation number 25 is my fave Enjoy!
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Reblogged this on Monica Morana and commented:
This is such a funny tale of the struggles of parenting
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Reblogged this on Solace1nk and commented:
This blog totally encapsulates almost every outing in my house for the past nine years! 25 thru 29 are strikingly similar to quite a few of my own experiences. Love this! (I am a father of fraternal twin nine year old boys)
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Oh my! That’s so realistic! With only one kid, one could go insane sometimes, how about a twin! That looks like double trouble! Sweet kinda troubles though! :)
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It’s twice as much of everything. It’s twice the annoyances, but also twice as many blessings.
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very cute story, laughing all the way through reading it.. I know I have been there once myself.
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Thanks!
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Absolutely love this!! Am crying with laughter
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Thanks!
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I’m so glad that is no longer part of my f*cking reality.
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Good for you. I’ve got a one-year-old who’s going to keep it in mine for quite some time. *sigh*
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You’ll miss it. I know I do. Sometimes.
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i’m dying to know where your daughter ended up losing her shoes… just came across your blog via the daily post, and love the way you portrayed this moment of the day in all of our lives (if we’re parents of young children). i found with my son, who is now 8, that telling him about lateness or clocks or even really about shoes or expectations, he never cared, and still doesn’t. at that age, i had a harder time getting him to get into the f*cking car, for some reason, than getting him to put his f*cking shoes on (probably because in oregon we just pull on rain boots year-round), and i found i always got the best results when i turned the car into a) the hogwarts express b) the millenium falcon or c) a landspeeder. i am trying to think how to play on their imagination with the shoes thing… but i see you tried that in #15. alas, it is hard to align little kids’ agendas with our own, some might say impossible. thanks for the hilarious read! i will look forward to more…
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Thanks! Yeah, it’s hard to get kids to understand the need to be certain places at certain times. I have also found that playing make-believe sometimes even makes it take longer. “But if we’re getting in the Millennium Falcon, I need to go get my R2D2 and C-3PO, Daddy! We can’t leave without them!” It’s a trade-off. :)
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“Glaring. Harder” Amazing x
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Thanks!
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The struggle is real bit I have semi nudists at home that insist on running around in underwear so I feel your pain coupled with the frustration of wanting to but different clothes on every time we leave the house the same day….
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We had a nudist phase for a while. I’m glad glad that passed. Good luck to you and the bare asses!
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Hahahaha thanks. Not sure when it will pass as she’s 7 and hasn’t broken the habit and my 1 year old follows suit taking off her diaper and peeing on the floor… :o
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*Long sigh* Aaah, relishing in the memories. I have a five year old and two three year olds; all boys… and another on the way… that’s a lot of shoes! Am I crazy? In more ways than one.
In my own personal experience I would have to add:
46. Child trips into the big pail of dog water on your way out and it spills not only on your child’s pants but said shoes
47. Having to find a pair of shoes that fit poor child as well as the occasion that you are obviously late for (this is after you have your child change into dry clothes, which is a whole nother blog in itself)
48. Leaving you to pick up at your favorite step, personal preferences may include number 4; number 12; if you are that saint of a parent, number 32; or in most cases number 43, because lets face it, your statistics that the other child(ren) patiently waiting for you is very likely playing in the spilled puddle outside and you will have to relive these steps, is very high… so yeah…
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