I’m sure you’ve all been worried sick about our backpack deficiency so I am proud to share that, as of 11:00 a.m. yesterday morning, we acquired a Disney Princess backpack at Academy. I’m not sure what the difference is between the Disney Princess backpack at the Disney Store and the one on sale at Academy, but it’s probably better for my mental health if I just let it go.
I have no doubt that we would be better served with a sturdy backpack from L.L. Bean or Lands End, but when I showed them to Caroline this morning they were met with a resounding “THOSE ARE SO BORING”. She has never been a big believer in the whole less is more theory or in carrying around an accessory that doesn’t come complete with sparkles.
Academy was our first stop of the day because, geographically, it made more sense to go there before we went to Target. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it once or seventy times, but the Target moved to a new location and it takes an additional seven minutes and three stoplights to get there. Meanwhile, Academy isn’t close to anything except for a Wienerschnitzel because everyone knows that folks who enjoy sports and outdoors like to indulge in the occasional footlong chilidog.
The favor of God rested on me at Academy because finding tennis shoes was unbelievably easy. We walked down the aisle while I silently willed her not to notice all the ghetto fab shoes complete with lights and Bratz dolls on them, and she picked out a sporty pair of Nikes with a hot pink swoosh and, hear the chorus of angels sing, velcro closures. It took everything in me to only act moderately interested in her choice because I knew if I got too excited she would sense that she’d made the wrong choice if there was any hope of driving me to the brink of a psychotic episode.
After we purchased the shoes and the backpack, I still felt like we should go to Target to check out their selection. We strolled the back to school aisles filled with tired mamas holding their Venti Lattes and, lo and behold, there was a Barbie backpack.
Apparently Barbie is SO YESTERDAY because she wasn’t interested.
However, she was very interested in the clothing section and saw several things she wanted. For several minutes I felt like I was shopping with Rachel Zoe because she kept saying, “Oh I am dying to have that”. I was just waiting for her to declare that something was “bananas”.
We got home and received our letter from the school informing us who her teacher will be this year. I was thrilled because it turns out that her teacher is a good friend of my dear friend AJ and I’d secretly hoped that’s who she’d get.
Caroline sat next to me while we opened the letter and I told her that her new teacher is a good friend of AJ’s.
She was excited because she loves AJ and asked, “Is she the same age as AJ?”
“Yes. I think they’re the same age.”
“So…she’s young?”
“Yes, she’s young.”
“Oh good! That means she probably won’t die soon.”
Well, yes. I guess that’s one way to look at it.
Of course maybe she didn’t mean “die” in the literal sense as much as “die” because her mom refused to buy her a bright green t-shirt with a glow-in-the-dark panda bear on the front holding a red lame’ heart in the girls’ department at Target.
It could go either way.
And on a fashion-related note, there’s an 84% chance that I’m resuming Fashion Fridays starting tomorrow.