"She's ready to go shopping with us on Montana Ave. (I think she read about it in Us Weekly or something). She'll have little anklet socks with ruffles that turn down over her patent leather Mary Janes. And she'll wear little gloves and carry a purse -- she's definitely ready fora little purse -- and ..."
In the beginning of that schpiel, my reaction was "awh" and then quickly turned to "huh?" I mean, how long has she been formulating this fantasy? She somehow turned my adorable but tough girl into Shirley Temple. But even Shirley didn't have to wear gloves to go shopping (did she?).It should be mentioned that she has sent Mary Janes, ruffle socks and gloves since the girl was born but in my mind they were meant for some box of dress up clothes that she took out when she wasn't playing with her trains or coloring Dora books. I didn't actually think she'd be wearing them out of the house. (Btw, this is the same girl who didn't last 30 minutes in her Christmas dress because it was "too itchy.") I'm trying to imagine what I would even say to people working -- or even walking down the street. My guess is it would be something like, "Oh she just loves to play dress up" as I hurried us off.
In the meantime, I'm sure my mother would interrupt and talk over me with something about how it was the only acceptable thing for a 2 year old to wear while shopping on Montana Ave. (she has to say the whole name, every time). No word on whether there will be parasols but I'm sure I'll receive one before her next trip.
