Keeping Out The Riff Raff
Posted By jayna on June 26, 2009
Klassy. With a big, old capital K. That’s us.
Miss E has a serious shoe shortage, with only one pair of pink flip flops, and we’ve been working on remedying that situation as quick as we can. The girl barely can walk straight as it is, let alone walk right in cheap flippies. She’s done more nose-dives than I can count lately.
So, we decided on a brand and searched high and low for somewhere that carried them, so she could try a couple on, get the right sizing, and go home to find them cheaper on the internet somewhere. ‘Cause compared to those pink suckers from Old Navy, these things are expensive. If Miss Bigfoot is going to grow out of them before the leaves change, I need to at least feel like I’ve found a great deal.
Tonight, we headed out to the nearest retailer . . . Nordstrom’s. At the mall. At the fancy, schmancy, hoity toity mall. The mall where you won’t find a Spencer’s or a Dollar Tree, and where the food court is tucked way far back, all posh and lounge-like. No soft play or kids running around screaming. As we walked along, we were passed by $1000 strollers, teens with keys to Land Rovers and Mercedes in their pockets, and the suit and tie set. It’s a fascinating experience, this mall.
On we rolled, E in her $20 stroller, the husband and I in our t-shirts and jeans. Past the Swaroski crystal store, the Godiva store and the L’Occitane store. Into Nordstrom’s and up to the kid’s section of the third floor. We had left home a mere twenty minutes ago, and our newly potty trained toddler had gone before hopping in the car, chattering about her ‘Cinderwewa’ underwear.
You see where this is going, right?
We found the shoes, requested two sizes and the sales lady brought them out. Just as she walked back to us, the husband’s phone rang and the baby started to fuss in the sling. No one had their full attention on E as she was freed from the stroller and plopped on the chair. The sales lady slipped a pair of the shoes on her feet and she hopped down from the chair. The husband was chattering on the phone, trying to have a three way conversation with me and that person. E walked across the aisle. She twirled and admired the shoes on her feet. And then she stopped. And I saw that her pink dress was two different colors.
A dark pink spot on the back of a light pink dress is a bad thing.
A very, very bad thing.
Everything stopped, and slowly all the evidence registered. The puddle in the stroller, the wet spot all over the chair, the horrified sales lady backing away from the situation . . . and E, standing there in a ridiculously expensive pair of shoes – sopping wet.
We will never be allowed back into Nordstrom’s again.
That. Is. Awesome.
Well. I guess E let you know how she truly felt about those shoes. :) That's just classic toddler.
haha glad to get the full-on details here! ;) was I the call? ;)