You know, it’s OK to say No. Really, it is. It won’t warp the minds of the young, or destroy the egos of the not-so-young. In fact, in time you’ll be glad you did. Please, just say No to Crocs.
I hate them. I truly do. They are disgustingly ugly. They are a hideous blight on the planet that has, unfortunately, spread like toxic algae on a beloved swimming hole, ruining a once-wonderful world of joy and delight. I can–perhaps–tolerate these grotesque specimens of footwear in certain instances, such as gardenwear. But for God’s sake, people, look at yourselves. Better yet, look at your feet.
I’m not the only one that hates those rubber monstrosities. There’s even a website that has eliminating all Crocs as its goal. There’s another that documents accidents involving Crocs or Croc-like shoes. Didn’t know Crocs were deadly, did you? Well, maybe not deadly, but at least you should know to keep your kid’s Croc-covered feet away from the edges of the escalator.
Why do so many parents feel the need to give their kids whatever they want? Why can’t parents teach their kids that these things are a fad, and someday they’ll laugh at those stupid shoes, just like we laugh at parachute pants and those gigantic droopy bangs girls used to have when I was in junior-high? My own little’uns already know the routine. They say, “Daddy, I want <insert ridiculous fad here>.” I say, “Well, guess what?” They sigh and say, “Too bad.” Now that’s training.
By the way, I haven’t forgotten my last post. I’m giving that person just a bit more time. But soon, I shall take action!
