Grace and I had a Girl's Day on Saturday. We went to the library, dropped stuff off at Goodwill and perused their aisles a bit. We got our nails done and had lunch at a pizza place.
We went to the mall, picked up a new pair of "church shoes"—if the shoes are not designated as "for church only and forever, no, don't ask if you can wear them to school again" then they get worn to school and scuffed up and then the mom isn't so happy anymore. Flip flops (albeit nice ones) aren't cutting it, what with our colder weather and all.
We stopped in and got some sunglasses for The Gracestress—got to protect those baby blues. We met our favorite people at Sam's and got ourselves invited over, which apparently was in Grace's master plan all along. Good thing it worked out. Thanks, guys.
We ended by stopping in at Target and I let her pick out a dollar slinky. All the way home she sang, Rogers and Hammerstein-style, "The slinky is the greatest gift. The greatest gift of all, the slinky is." And so on. In her most soulful, sincere voice. Also, girl's got volume. And there's no end to the lyrics once she gets going.
Had I known that the slinky would be the hit of our 12-hour day, I think I would have gotten it a little earlier.
But seriously, isn't this the baby going for the gift box all over again? When will I ever learn?
2 comments:
I am so laughing. Grace is the best recipient of gifts that I have ever met. She really knows how to appreciate the love. The singing is what gets me though, I love the singing.
i miss my best friend...does she miss me? love you, grace!
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