I have been in desperate need of fitting clothes for some time now. I decided to go clothes shopping with my fashion adviser (X), Rachel, and my mom. We had done this over a couple of days, making sure my adviser wasn’t missing any crucial naps.

Our first shopping trip was for shoes. X decided that he should join in the fun of trying on all the different styles of shoes. He tried, ballet flats, heels, and even a nice pair of brown leather boots. X did try to walk in the heels and boots but continued to trip, he never gave up he just said they weren’t the right pair of shoes. He then proceeded to pick out shoes for Rachel and I to try on, saying “These are so pretty, you should buy them!” The pretty shoes he was picking out were like shoes that you would think a “lady of the streets” would wear, they were like 5″ wedges that were bright yellow that had a large bow on them.

The second shopping day Rachel had to start her new job so it was the Adviser, Mom, and I. We were shopping for clothes that would be suitable for mine and Aaron’s upcoming trip to Boston. X was again picking out clothes that I don’t think would be appropriate for public but that was par for the course. Being that both Mom and I had chosen things to try on, X had to go in the changing room with me. Now, X’s voice is not quiet by any means so everything could be heard in the changing area. As I was trying on clothes X was telling me how he liked or didn’t like certain things. I was trying on a dress (I know a dress, I even bought it) and X said, very loudly “Mommy, why do you have purple stripes on your tummy?” I thought I could pass out and never come out of the room. You would think that by now with this kid I would be used to the fact that nothing is sacred. I replied “Those were left by you.” X nodded his head like he had accomplished something great. I guess leaving a lasting impression is what everyone wishes for.