Oh, no, please tell us you weren't shopping with the Roo-girl again?
Yes, I admit it is true. But I had a good reason. Really!
You see, it's like this:
I have a problem with spending more than $30 on a pair of jeans.
Well, really, I have a problem spending more than $15 on a pair of jeans, but when you're talking about the Roo-girl, going to that famous French boutique Tar-Jay isn't always considered a socially acceptable option.
Anyway, as I was saying, I have a problem with expensive jeans. I think it's stupid with a capital STOO.
So the Roo-girl gets into a conversation with my mother. I should point out that my mother does not have the fabulous-grandma gene. She (and my father as well) has her favorites, and the Roo-girl hasn't been able to compete with her almost-6-year-old cousin ... let's call her The Cutest Baby EVER. So TCBE is always the one who makes the grandparental heart beat faster.
Personally, I think this favoritism thing is all total crap and not very nice, but no one apparently has asked me or cares what I think about it. (And how can you resist THAT FACE anyway?)
Back to the conversation between Roo-girl and grandma. "Yeah, most of my pants don't fit in the waist or they're too short," says the girl with the teen-age brain and the little-girl body. "And the jeans at Abercrombie Kids might fit, but they are too expensive anyway."
("Yes," interjects the mother with the beer budget to the child with the champagne taste, "we don't buy $50 jeans.")
Next thing you know, my mother has disappeared, returning a few minutes later to press a $100 bill into my daughter's hand. "Buy a pair of jeans," she says, "and with the rest, buy a top to go with it."
OK, so as much as I totally detest the abject grubbiness of this entire exchange, I also understand that my mother would have a fit to beat all if I interfered in this transaction.
Besides, I also know my daughter. She shops deals and clearance tables like a champ. The $50 jeans became $39.50; the sweater was $25 at Forever 21 (a story for another day); she now has money left over.
And that's how we ended up at the mall on Sunday.
See? Told you I had a good reason.