Ash has become quite the Ninja Shopper, moving silently and stealthy around the other shoppers, nabbing items from shelves and willing them into our shopping cart.
Read MoreBlack Friday, mid morning, in the car on our way to Ollies. “Ash,” I started, “when we get to Ollies, daddy wants to show me a couple of items. Can you please take Ren to the T-O-Y section?”
Read MoreYesterday in the car, Ren starts bragging on himself, “I found momma’s money.” B looks at me with a quizzical look, “Really?”
Read MoreAsh and I went clothes shopping this morning. It reinforced that we definitely have differing styles, and the days of frilly pink dresses, or any dresses for that matter, are long behind us. Welcome all manner of black, grey, boxy, and distressed. It’s a little like shopping with B. I hold up something that I think will meet with her most stringent guidelines for clothing
purchases, “This is cute. What about this?”
Just last week, Ash announced, “Santa gives socks to those who are naughty. I’m nice.” I challenged her, “Are you really nice?”
Read MoreLast week B and I found ourselves in New York City. It’s not like we suddenly woke up from an unknowing slumber in a strange and distant land, or that we were on a walkabout and this was our final destination. This journey was planned. In fact in the days leading to the BIG day, we spent time looking at maps and ferry and bus schedules, so much so that when the BIG day finally arrived, we were very confident that we could navigate our way across the island of Manhattan with ease. It was almost as though we felt we ourselves were New Yorkers. Oh, yes, residents. Nay, natives.
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