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I lie to my kids

I lied to my 2 year old daughter today.

Sometimes with kids it's easier to just lie - and it happens so quickly. Like for example, when they recently stayed at a hotel with me for the first time in their lives, I told them the TV does not work at hotels until you take a shower. 

It just kind of came out. And they believed it and then continued to explain to their father on the phone how amazing this hotel is and did he know the TV doesn't work unless you take a shower first?? 

Well this particular post really hits home for me and I can't seem to get over it. I'm not sure if I did the right thing and part of me wants to go back to the whole scenario and change my answer!

Well here's the story... I am at a Disney outlet store with both of my kids. A 3 and 2 year old. Instantly I am regretting my decision of even being in this half Star Wars half princess land but alas here we are as I am negotiating with both of them and looking at price tags. 

Then my daughter finds them. 

Her whole face lights up as she sees the perfectly icy blue Elsa high heels. They have glitter on them. And they also light up on the toe. She instantly falls in love. 

Now I can completely relate. I too have stumbled across those impractical, gorgeous, expensive and absolutely perfect heels. And I know how amazing it is to own them and proudly wear them. 

But do you know what I said? 

"Oh sorry honey! They don't have your size." And then I shoved them back on the shelf. 

I'm sure they had her size. Besides, it's not like she didn't get anything, I actually bought her way too much stuff probably because I felt so terrible for stomping on her high heel dream shoes. 

But let me explain my case- when she saw the shoes- my translation of her total admiration and awe was a quick play by play of her only wanting to wear those shoes every single day and every single day I would have to deal with that battle and all the repercussions and don't you know she could break an ankle in those?! 

She needed to wear her practical and supportive tennis shoes thank you very much. 

Are you serious? When did I automatically think like this? I was the girl who always wore heels and detested the word practical when it came to clothes because more often than not that did not equal pretty. 
There is a trick to parenting little kids. You do everything in your power to help them to be successful and therefore keep your sanity. Preventing those heels from entering her life was my way of helping her successfully walk, run and climb everywhere and me not losing my temper over them. 

But I still think maybe I need to relax and let her wear those icy blue beauties.  
Look at those practical shoes with a princess dress!!!

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