My own personal shopper

Julia gets out at noon on Fridays, and when I picked her up yesterday her teacher said she'd had an especially good day, concentrating unwaveringly on her task (it was math) and wanting to continue with the next section even after finishing what she had been asked to do for that day. The words "Montessori poster child" were in fact spoken, although I acknowledge that it may possibly have been me that phrased it that way.

I didn't have anything pressing to go home and do so I took her to the ice cream place across the street before we went home. I finished my cone before she did, so we walked over to the park while she got through hers. Then of course she had to play on the playground for a few minutes, and then I decided to go across the street to the thrift store to see about some pants for her, and maybe a t-shirt for myself in the style I've come to prefer.

We found the pants and then she was happy playing with the stuffed animals while I looked through the shirts. I found a couple that might work, as well as a sports bra that might have had enough coverage to wear as a shirt in its own right at the gym. I called Julia and she came with me into the dressing room. She didn't have much to say about the two t-shirts I tried on, but she was really drawn to the sportswear.

"It looks really good on you Mommy."

"It fits you really well."

"You should get that one."

I wasn't sure if it would provide the kind of support I need for aerobics classes, so I gave an experimental little bounce.

"And it's flexible!!"

And back onto the rack it went.