while running errands yesterday with dot, i decided to pop into target to see if i could pick up anything on the cheap for an early fall wardrobe. mostly, i'm on the hunt for a decent pair of pants/jeans that fit. i'm not quite at my prepreggo size and sadly, have found that the 'bounce back' doesn't happen as quickly or easily as it did the first time around, but that's a rant for a different day.
so, when i was there, i couldn't help but overhear what i found to be a really disturbing exchange between a pair of parents and their couple of kids while i was browsing the kid's section.
mom, impatiently: let's try them you on so santa knows what size to bring you!!!
dad: yeah! if he doesn't know what size he won't bring them to you at christmas time!!!
toddler with pacifier in her mouth: screaaaaam, mommmmm, noooooo, mamamamamama i want them nowwwwwww
mom (proceeds to put cell phone to her ear and make phony phone call to santa): hello, santa?
little toddler: wahhhh, nooooo!!!! i wannnnnnt!!!!! wahhhh! scream cry wahhhh the booooots the booooootssssss!!!!
dad, sing songy slightly mean tone: santa's not going to bring you those boots!!!!! he's coming to target and if he doesn't know what size you wear, you're not getting them!!!!!!!!!
and on, and on.
really, it was quite a scene. it was loud and totally weird and i had to make a real effort to a) pretend i wasn't totally watching and taking notes and b) not make that face that i make when something makes me cringe. a sort of a clenched jaw, squinted eye, scrunched look. and believe me, it wasn't easy.
so really, so many questions.
why shop around for something in SEPTEMBER and dangle it in front of a 3 year old for a holiday that is months away? i'm all about the idea of shopping year round and just setting it aside, really. but why make the little 3 year old a part of it? and why the phony phone call? seriously, a fake, phony convo with santa clause? why the guilt and manipulation? both parents had this sort of awful nagging, impatient tone that was just killing me and everyone else within an earshot. and while it was all going on, there stood their other kids-obviously school aged and obviously not in school. instead stuck watching this bizarre showdown between their parents + baby sister in the middle of the kid's clothing section during lunch hour. and something about the looks on their faces said *snooooooze* like they'd seen it a thousand times before.
so. after trying on at least 7 pairs of pants plus a dress, i left with nothing. nothing really but the promise that i will never behave that way with my kids. which i suppose is a whole lot better than finding pants that fit? yes. i did however stop into the goodwill on the way home and unearthed a mint condition bonnie prudden workout record to add to my collection. so, if i get down with bonnie each morning, maybe i won't have to shop for new jeans. i will actually be able to slip on my choice from that stack that currently sits at the top of my closet mocking my wonky postpartumness.







