Monday, February 4, 2013
Shopping With My Other Baby
My daughter, who is 11 years old, decided she needed some pencil skirts for Shabbat. What I really mean is that she's 11 years old going on 25. But it's my duty to take care of my daughter's material needs, so to keep her quiet, I agreed to go to the local mall, nee football stadium complete with 8 floors. Seriously, 8 floors - do we really need that many choices?
We concentrated on H & M and Forever 21 - which were the furthest from our parking spot, and pretty much found what we needed. It only took 2 hours, and I guess I should be grateful she was happy. Because by being happy, we could stop shopping and starting heading home.
Want to know my fantasy? That I give my daughter to my sister, the shopaholic with 3 daughters. Talk about a match made in heaven!