In Which I am Duped Into Buying a Sparkly Shirt

It all started because I had a Groupon for Old Navy that needed to be used. So last Saturday (the day it was due to expire, of course) we all loaded up, left the house (can we do that? I'm not sure that's allowed) and we made our trek to Old Navy with the mission in mind of getting Marquis some much needed polo shirts for work. When we arrived we found that they had plenty in his size in hot pink or super bright teal, but there was only one in a color he actually would wear. We grabbed that black polo and then decided that since Santa had gone a little crazy getting the girls clothes for Christmas and they didn't need anything, maybe we should look for things for me. I found a few things and headed for the dressing room, leaving the girls in Marquis's capable hands. 

I came out of the dressing room to find Marquis looking at me with the boy look. You know that look, right? The look where they have just done something naughty enough to be kind of funny, but not quite naughty enough to get into real trouble? The look that says, "I just stole my teenage sister's mascara to make my goatee darker," or "I just stabbed my sister with a fork"? (Both true stories) Okay, maybe not that second one, but you get the idea. I saw the look on Marquis's face and thought, "Uh, oh."  

Marquis turned to Sweetheart while pointing at me and said, "Show Mommy!"  And then the most excited girl in the world turned to me, holding up a shirt, and said, "Mommy look! It sparkles!! And it's Spiderman!!!" Except Sweetheart can't just say Spiderman, she has to say it in a half growl, half grunt, because apparently you can't say the word Spiderman without flexing your arms and clenching your jaw. She was practically quivering with excitement. I looked back at Marquis and he had added a teeny bit of sheepish to his boy look, but not much. 

And then I had one of those moments. I just took a second to look at the adorable almost sheepish man child of mine, my overexcited girl who was now talking a mile a minute about Spiderman complete with arm demonstrations to show me how he swings from his webs, all while Princess was sitting in the cart yelling random babblings at anyone who was within shouting range, and I realized, this is my life.

What a blessed girl I am!

And then we took that sparkly Spiderman shirt home.

The end.