Through Their Eyes

I drug, as in drag, Lord knows I wish I felt comfortable drugging them (melatonin doesn’t count). Back on track.

I drug my younger two through a couple stores today in search of some specific items. A couple years ago Merr had a theft spell. We cured that and now he’s in a “I found it” phase. In three of the four stores we stopped at today he “found” something so he could return it to the clerk and be rewarded. In Old Navy is was a 5T clothing hanger clip. In Famous Footwear is was a price tag that he took off a display and In Freds in was batteries. Wait, that was legit. I did have those in the cart and we did almost leave without paying for it. Scratch Freds but what he’s doing is now “finding” things to turn into a clerk and get credit for it. We had to have a discussion about “finding” things and “taking” things.

By the times we rolled into the fourth store Kierran was feisty and Merrick was verbally expressing his frustrations. I resorted to trying a couple sweaters on in the open store in front of a mirror so I didn’t have to wait any longer for a dressing room. Unshaven pits and a tank top. Whatever. The other moms understood. Putting the sweaters back and completely frustrated with a fruitless shopping trip Merrick says, “She looks like you.”
“Who looks like me?”
Pointing up behind me he says “She does.”


Completely awestruck, “Merrick, you think mommy looks like that?”
“That makes me so happy to know that you think I’m as pretty as her. Thank you Merrick.”
“Yeah, she looks pretty like you.”

I wasn’t weepy but felt that warm snugly bugly feeling in my heart. This is a good example how most kids survive childhood. He thinks I’m as beautiful as a airbrushed, blue eyed model. Pretty enough to have my face plastered on half a wall a Sears. Woah, I better stop over thinking this before I turn this into something negative. With a huge smile on my face I tell the kids we’re going home. They’re quiet and over the loud speaker in the store I hear…

But I couldn’t find a way
So I’ll settle for one day to believe in you
Tell me, tell me, tell me lies

Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you can’t disguise
(You can’t disguise, no you can’t disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies

I SHIT YOU NOT! I laughed. Thanks reality! Eff you Sears! Merrick wanted to know what was funny. You can’t make this stuff up. I answered “Nothing baby.” May I also mention he pointed to a Hispanic model also on a poster and said she looked like me too. Yeah, Yeah you’re digging a hole now son.

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