Had a little situation yesterday. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but I will tell you that it was a pretty close call.
Walden discovered jeggings.
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It went like this:
Walden discovered jeggings.
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It went like this:
3:47 pm: Walden and I enter Target. Happiness abounds.
3:52 pm: We find ourselves in the baby department (you'll want to remember this part for later).
3:55 pm: I spot something out of the corner of my eye. I pick it up. I am suspicious.
3:55:10 pm: I look around to make sure we are, in fact, in the baby department and not, in fact, in the Snookie department.
3:55:15 pm: I inspect pair of jeggings. Pair of jeggings has tag that says "Size: 9 mo." I am holding baby jeggings.
3:55:15 pm - 3:57 pm: I am incredulous.
3:57:05 pm: Walden grabs jeggings out of my hand. I am not quick.
3:57:07 pm: Walden and I have brief conversation about not being ready for this jelly.
3:57:20 pm: I help Walden with this concept by removing jeggings from her grasp.
3:57:21 pm: Happiness ceases to abound.
3:57:21 pm - 3:59 pm: World War III
3:59:01pm:
3:59:56 pm: I ask Walden if she even cares that everyone in Target now thinks that I'm buying a pair of jeggings. For my baby.
3:59:59 pm:
4:00 pm: I ascertain that the answer is "no."
Like I said before, crisis averted, but just barely. Thankfully, someone walked by and told Walden she was cute, so while she was posing for them and basking in their adoration, I did away with the jeggings without further incident.
But seriously...jeggings? For babies? I don't think I'm ready for that jelly.
