Pride goes...

I planned a great Saturday.  It was full of errands-things that could be checked off lists to make me feel Productive! and Efficient!  The only thing I wasn’t looking forward to?  Buying underwear.  I have underwear that has traveled to more countries than Sarah Palin.  Underwear that should be retired.  But clever me-I had a coupon for Victoria’s Secret!

We went to Textile Fabric to see the remnant sale first.  The only way I could keep YoYo interested was to steer him toward telling me the textures of the fabrics.  He LOVED that game.

I put off the mall until the end.  I hate the mall.  But I had checked so much off my list-this was the last thing!  We walk into VS, and I think, “It’s underwear-YoYo’s 3.  He doesn’t care.”  Sure enough, as we walk in, he points to a mannequin.  “What’s that lady doing?” 

“She’s not a real lady-she’s just pretend.”

“Is she wearing lady clothes?”  Hadn’t ever heard it put that way, but ok, I guess that makes sense.  They’re clothes (kind of), and they are on a lady (kind of).  It’s like I don’t see what’s coming next.  “Yes, those are lady clothes.”

“Is that lady pretend, too?”

“Yes, all the ladies in here are pretend.”  Now I’m actually a little smug, because I think I’ve dropped some kind of social commentary on my toddler.  He’ll be so sophisticated!

We get to the table thingy that has all the underwear in the little back room, and I’m safe.  We’re past photos and mannequins, and this room’s harmless—panties & bras. 

 So YoYo turns around to the Sale rack and goes into fabric store mode.  He does the fabric drill—touch it with your fingers, rub it on your cheek—and he says (so so so loudly), “Mama, this is AMAZING!  Are ALL these lady clothes?”  The store is suddenly so very quiet. 

I still have that coupon, if anyone wants it.