Each Friday, at least for the foreseeable future, I will be sharing a blog post from the past. These will be posts from other places that I have retained the rights once again, or from this blog. I hope you enjoy these entries. I know they are ones that have made me smile.
This post originally was posted April 2, 2012.
Toddlers and shopping are a recipe for an interesting moment in your day. My son had a definite knack for making shopping a memorable experience, which is not always a good thing. However, my son has impeccable taste in what looks good on my person. So sometimes a girl has to live on the dangerous side and take the risk in order to get a little something new.
Easter was just around the corner and I had a gift certificate burning a hole in my pocket. I had actually won the gift certificate in a contest at work and it was a nice little sum that would get me a new dress for Easter. I hadn’t had a new dress for quite awhile. So this was a real treat to be able to shop at the mall and get something nice. Of course, I had to take my son along with me. The lure of a new dress overrode my hesitancy I felt in making the trip.
We arrived at the store and I began to peruse the dresses that were available. Things were going very well and I began to relax my guard. My son was staying put and helping me look at the pretty dresses. He pointed out a pretty peach colored dress, and I had found a pale yellow dress that I liked quite well. I found both dresses in my size and we headed to the dressing rooms to try them on and make a decision. The dressing rooms were packed.
After a brief period of waiting, it was finally my turn. I pulled my 4 year old in with me as any good mother would. At his insistence, I tried on the peach number first. It was really pretty and I really liked it. My son was emphatic that we should just get that one. He said his mom would be the prettiest mom ever. I couldn’t believe how sweet he was being on this trip. It was definitely one of our better experiences.
Then, I tried on the yellow dress. It was a soft chiffon type of material and I just knew I would feel like a million bucks in it. I got the dress on and turned to look at my son. He looked at me with a frown and then in a very loud voice that carried over the entire overcrowded dressing room, proclaimed, “You kinda look like a banana!”
You know those moments when there is an awkward silence that seems like eternity? I lived through that before the entire dressing room burst out in laughter. Needless to say, I took off the banana dress, left the dressing room with a slightly red face, child in tow, and bought the peach dress. I haven’t purchased an Easter dress since that day. I just can’t chance that I will look like a banana.