Me, grow up?


Sometimes I can see how people would have a hard time guessing my age, especially when I’m with my daughter. Today I took her to get a pair of new shoes; the ones I bought her in mid-August had finally seen their last day. Instead of buying a cheap pair from Walmart I thought about using a half price discount coupon I had at Shoe Carnival here in Bryant. Of course I bought her some girly shoes. But what really got her attention weren’t the bright strips or the gemstones, it was the fact that they light up when she walks.

After purchasing her shoes and putting them in the car, we walked over to Target, which is located a few doors down from the shoe store. The only reason for going to Target was to get her some socks and it was close by. Most of the time if my daughter is with me and it’s around the holiday season and if I have some time, I will take her arou

nd the store to look at the holiday stuff.

I was walking towards the Christmas decorations when I noticed they still had a lot of Halloween stuff out

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Clarence. I pushed our cart down that aisle just to look at what was left and could not help but start playing with some of the things that I saw.
After a handful of snapshots we both decided it was time to go home and Mommy make something for din

ner. On the drive home I started to think of Peter Pan and how he never wanted to grow up. When I’m with my daughter, that’s just how I feel, well, until I have to act like the grown up. Dublin loves to wear costumes, hats, funny glasses, and

masks, so I started putting a few things on her and snapped a picture on my phone to send to one of my sisters for a laugh. Dublin was having just as much fun as I was started pointing out things and I would pick it up and put it on her, snap a picture, email it.

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