Yesterday the four of us were walking around the Arboretum. Suddenly my daughter said to me, "Hey mom, can we go to Old Navy today?" She made her puppy-eyes, praying-hands, quivering-lower-lip face at me. And that, of course, made me laugh.
It's no hardship for me to go to Old Navy. Nope, no hardship at all. And the kids need some new clothes. Their suitcase was light; the packing job had been hasty and not necessarily well-thought out. Besides, my children, they grow like weeds.
So I asked my 11-year old daughter: what do you need?
Her reply: everything.
Then she elaborated with a long list of apparel. Again, I had to laugh. But I couldn't believe that, when faced with the rainbow of flip-flops, she didn't see any that she liked.
We had to go to Target for those.