A Day At The Mall
This was going to be a long shopping trip. First she grumbled about having to carry a tote bag. She finished the grumbling by saying she wasn’t interested in buying any school clothes.
Five years from now she would begin to enjoy a trip to the shopping mall. She would want to go through every single store. She would almost be ready for a charge card of her own.
But, for today, the little fashionista to be, wanted to stay home and play in the mud. That is an exaggeration. But she really didn’t want to go shopping for school clothes. She even objected to carrying packages home.
I smiled down at the little girl and told her she would need bigger clothes by the time school started. She objected but followed along anyways. She knew she had to go shopping after all.
I told her we could go for an ice cream treat when we were done. She brightened up immediately. Then she said one of those odd things that little kids sometimes come up with. She said she was going to let her ice cream drip on her left foot and get all over her brown boot.
I had to laugh at that remark. Wondering what she might be thinking, I asked her why. In wonder why she wanted it to drip only on the left foot. What an imagination she had. I smiled to myself.
She grimaced in a grumpy way and told me she liked her right foot better than her left foot. She wanted to be mad at her left foot. She said she hated her left foot.
I didn’t know how to answer, so I didn’t respond. I handed her a bag and off we went. The mall was air conditioned. We bought three pair of jeans and an outfit with a tunic and leggings. Then we walked over to sweaters.
She did seem to like the new jeans. She objected to buying a sweater cause it was too hot. I had to tell her she wasn’t going to wear the sweaters till it snowed outside. Today the temperature was 80.
We did find some sweaters, one red, one blue and a yellow one. We also found tights and new socks. Then we were on our way to look at shoes.
She loved a pair of boots in the display. She asked if she could have them. She smiled for the first time since we arrived at the mall. She wanted the boots but they were women’s brown boots, not girls. She informed me they were the only snow boots she wanted. I told her we would find similar boots in her size.
Groaning to myself, I expected her to rebel. But she surprised me. She didn’t complain at all. I waited patiently. She thought about it for a few minutes.
Expecting her to gripe about it, I was happily surprised when she smiled up at me and asked if it was time to go get the ice cream I had promised her. She informed me she liked her new clothes. She even told me she was willing to help me carry them home. Shopping trip over, we headed for the ice cream shop.
Wet Yellow Blouse