A couple of weeks ago on a Saturday afternoon Valerie was busy (with something vinyl related no doubt) and I was busy killing the day with the three older kids.
I decided that I would take them to my favorite $2 theater in town where they could choose from any popular-six-months-ago movie they wanted to see. They decided that we would go see Wall-e since Pixar movies are usually pretty fun for all ages and it seemed at the time to be the only one showing that might also hold a 2 year old’s interest for two hours.
We bought our tickets for a 3:30 show which was still a good hour and a half away. That was too short of a time to bother going home so we instead stayed with the low-budget dad plans and went just down the road to the Desseret Industries store. The kids probably prefer a Saturday with mom who shops in much ritzier stores like Walmart or Dollar Tree and takes them to movies that are not already out on DVD but they still don’t mind a trip to the D.I. now and then.
The D.I. provides a great service to the community and there are great deals to be found. The boys in fact love it since I am far more likely to buy them a toy they dig out if it has a $.50 pricetag on it than one they might find in a normal retail store. I like purusing the electronics shelves, the books and the vinyl albums hoping I might strike gold there somehow. Besides I always enjoy seeing the kids look through the aisles and say “I have a (whatever) just like this somewhere at home” not realizing that the object they are holding used to be theirs.
Sarah and Josh instantly dispersed on their own treasure hunts as we hit the front door while I kept Ben with me safely buckled into a shopping cart.
As I was looking through the used books section, the kids started to come back to me with items they hoped I would buy for them. Josh had some Pokemon something-or-other which was fine. We would buy that. Ben being with me had grabbed a dinosaur picture book of the shelf which was also destined to make the trip home with us.
Next in line came Sarah strolling up in a pair of white four inch stilleto heeled shoes with scenes from vintage comic books printed all over them. I wish I had a taken a picture of them but I didn’t. I couldn’t find a good image of them online either but this was the closest I could find…
I’m not certain if she was joking or not but she pitched them to me as “I need some new church shoes” (yeah and we all need to be exommunicated). Unfortunataly, to me they screamed “STANKY”. Besides it is tacky to wear white shoes after Labor Day (duh). When I noticed that she was wearing them sans the cottony protection of socks, I insisted that she take them off immidiately and told her that she was bound to “catch something” from them as in my head I pictured the person that had decided to donate those to charity.
Well, about half way through Wall-e as we were yet again being taught by the media how bad humans are for everything in general (worse Pixar film ever), Sarah leaned into me and let me know that her feet were starting to itch. By the time the movie was over, she took off her own shoes to reveal to me a nice rash that had formed following the exact pattern of where the stank-shoes had been on her feet.
By later that evening they rash had moved all the way up her legs and was starting to spread all over her body as we took turns guessing what kind of malady might lie in wait in shoes. Of course, a trip to the doctor was scheduled. This time Valerie was up to bat. I don’t mind taking kids to the doctor for stitches, colds or general injuries but mystery rashes from discarded prosti-shoes are definitely a job for mom.
The doctor decided that scabies were the most likely culprit for the rash although he was somewhat baffled. You see with scabies there is an incubation period of several days but this rash was appearing in a matter of a couple of hours. I know what I saw though so maybe these were some kind of new-breed uber-scabies or something. The doctor perscribed a cream for the whole family since these suckers are highly contageus and sure enough by the next day Joshua was being invaded as well.
All bedding was washed in HOT water and creams were applied and I happily left the nest of infestation every morning for the shelter and safety of my office. Thankfully within a couple of days, scabie-scare ’08 was over and the rashes were vanishing. It never spread beyond Sarah and Josh although I have had faux itches myself ever since. I have a bit of a parasite phobia.
Meanwhile the kids have sworn of future visits to the D.I. or maybe just the shoe department. Now I don’t know where to shop.
I decided that I would take them to my favorite $2 theater in town where they could choose from any popular-six-months-ago movie they wanted to see. They decided that we would go see Wall-e since Pixar movies are usually pretty fun for all ages and it seemed at the time to be the only one showing that might also hold a 2 year old’s interest for two hours.
We bought our tickets for a 3:30 show which was still a good hour and a half away. That was too short of a time to bother going home so we instead stayed with the low-budget dad plans and went just down the road to the Desseret Industries store. The kids probably prefer a Saturday with mom who shops in much ritzier stores like Walmart or Dollar Tree and takes them to movies that are not already out on DVD but they still don’t mind a trip to the D.I. now and then.
The D.I. provides a great service to the community and there are great deals to be found. The boys in fact love it since I am far more likely to buy them a toy they dig out if it has a $.50 pricetag on it than one they might find in a normal retail store. I like purusing the electronics shelves, the books and the vinyl albums hoping I might strike gold there somehow. Besides I always enjoy seeing the kids look through the aisles and say “I have a (whatever) just like this somewhere at home” not realizing that the object they are holding used to be theirs.
Sarah and Josh instantly dispersed on their own treasure hunts as we hit the front door while I kept Ben with me safely buckled into a shopping cart.
As I was looking through the used books section, the kids started to come back to me with items they hoped I would buy for them. Josh had some Pokemon something-or-other which was fine. We would buy that. Ben being with me had grabbed a dinosaur picture book of the shelf which was also destined to make the trip home with us.
Next in line came Sarah strolling up in a pair of white four inch stilleto heeled shoes with scenes from vintage comic books printed all over them. I wish I had a taken a picture of them but I didn’t. I couldn’t find a good image of them online either but this was the closest I could find…
I’m not certain if she was joking or not but she pitched them to me as “I need some new church shoes” (yeah and we all need to be exommunicated). Unfortunataly, to me they screamed “STANKY”. Besides it is tacky to wear white shoes after Labor Day (duh). When I noticed that she was wearing them sans the cottony protection of socks, I insisted that she take them off immidiately and told her that she was bound to “catch something” from them as in my head I pictured the person that had decided to donate those to charity.
Well, about half way through Wall-e as we were yet again being taught by the media how bad humans are for everything in general (worse Pixar film ever), Sarah leaned into me and let me know that her feet were starting to itch. By the time the movie was over, she took off her own shoes to reveal to me a nice rash that had formed following the exact pattern of where the stank-shoes had been on her feet.
By later that evening they rash had moved all the way up her legs and was starting to spread all over her body as we took turns guessing what kind of malady might lie in wait in shoes. Of course, a trip to the doctor was scheduled. This time Valerie was up to bat. I don’t mind taking kids to the doctor for stitches, colds or general injuries but mystery rashes from discarded prosti-shoes are definitely a job for mom.
The doctor decided that scabies were the most likely culprit for the rash although he was somewhat baffled. You see with scabies there is an incubation period of several days but this rash was appearing in a matter of a couple of hours. I know what I saw though so maybe these were some kind of new-breed uber-scabies or something. The doctor perscribed a cream for the whole family since these suckers are highly contageus and sure enough by the next day Joshua was being invaded as well.
All bedding was washed in HOT water and creams were applied and I happily left the nest of infestation every morning for the shelter and safety of my office. Thankfully within a couple of days, scabie-scare ’08 was over and the rashes were vanishing. It never spread beyond Sarah and Josh although I have had faux itches myself ever since. I have a bit of a parasite phobia.
Meanwhile the kids have sworn of future visits to the D.I. or maybe just the shoe department. Now I don’t know where to shop.
8 comments:
Oh the things to look forward, too! I sure hope this didn't happen too late to not make the Christmas letter...
Ooh, it makes me itchy just reading about it!! Make sure they are all gone before you come to my house!
Thanks for making me horribly itchy!!!!! That is so funny...poor Sarah. Isn't Wall-E the dumbest movie ever? Pixar let me down.
Glad that it is all over! Especially since Sarah is supposed to be watching my kids today!!!
HAHAHA This is the funniest post ever!!
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! REmind me to never by STanky shoes at DI That was HILARIOUS
oh man that's awful. glad everything is cleared up! i've only read a few posts, but I love your guys blog.
I agree on the Wall-E opinion. I really looked forward to this one. I already made a post on it myself, so I'll spare you the semi-in-depth analysis on it here, but I was really let down...big time. I hope that never happens again. For once, Dreamworks, who is notorious for releasing horribly scripted movies, actually beat out Pixar this year with their release of Kung-Fu Panda.
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