Here is a mom who's trying to run away from brands, but I think she's really trying to run away from herself:
I couldn't resist buying her a cheap nylon set of Wonder Woman PJs, cape and all. Then I bought her a pair of Nike tennis shoes, conspicuous "swoosh" and all. I felt bad but also simply had to buy the Keith Haring-branded leggings, although I felt that Keith Haring himself would have been somewhat ambivalent if he had known he was designing baby gear from the grave. "Me too, Keith," I thought as I paid for the leggings, throwing in the matching t-shirt, the words "Dance All Day" across the front, right above Mr. Haring's iconic signature.I say let it go.
But it quickly gets worse once you invite the brands in the front door, and now I am powerless to stop it. I don't even care, I sometimes tell myself. About a month ago, on a rare trip to Target, we purchased a tiny Frozen coloring book for Zelda.
My Daughter, Brand Amabassador [theawl]