I really don’t know why I’m surprised. My six-year old daughter was pulling out her full on POUT face (see above) for $99 Prada frames at the eyedoctor…even though her vision was deemed 20/20.
That’s right, she has zero need for glasses yet walked out of her exam having decided she needed a pair to go with ‘just some outfits’ and because several other little girls in her class had gotten glasses. Cue my very unoriginal ‘and if several other girls in your class decided to jump off a bridge…’ which then I immediately turned into a seemingly unoriginal rant about how she should have her own, independent style and it should have very little to do with eyewear. Doesn’t she want to be a trend setter?
But Mom these are dark pink and light pink, no one has those.
Doesn’t she want to show off her pretty face and her great vision?
But Mom, did you see the little diamonds on the side?
We can find OTHER non-prescription glasses at another store much cheaper if you really want a pair to just ‘wear.’
But Mom, I want THESE and this is the EYEGLASSES STORE. I don’t want to get my GLASSES from the grocery store.
Ok that one I’ll give her, and maybe the diamonds thing (they were cute) but I’m not buying a ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR pair of GLASSES (Prada or no Prada label) just so she can maybe wear them to school a few times, get bored with them, and then put them on her American Girl doll with whom she is now, also, bored.
This is my fault. I know. I deserve this, don’t I?
My Mother is snickering in Florida somewhere reading this.
We can have this argument when she’s 16. But not SIX. Which is stupid for me to say because we’re having it and she’s six, so let me just say this argument will make more sense at 16. So I’m cutting it OFF at six.
Or trying to.
Oh who am I kidding. I’m screwed.
I’ll just hand over the $100 now and call it a day. And then throw in a goose that lays golden eggs and rename her Veruca.
And don’t tell her that her Mother got the Versace frames. Oh screw it, tell her. I AM THE MOM AND I CAN GET WHAT I WANT.
No really, don’t tell her. I’m tired.