The last time we went on a grocery shopping trip alone, Analisse (6) and I were in Colorado in the middle of nowhere. She wore her sister’s tiara and begged me to wear another one. It was made of plastic and was too small for my head, so I was afraid I was going to break it. Laura (13), the owner, would have wept. I wore a hat instead.
Tonight, we went shopping again and she wore this:
You can’t see it, but one of her socks is an ankle sock and the other, a mid-calf sock.
We went to Costco and ate dinner. There was a small mishap:
A full cup of Pepsi, all over the floor. She dropped it and then loudly and publicly blamed me.