Friday night we were in the car on the way to Greenville for a friend's birthday. This was the conversation:
me: "Addie stop picking your lip." (they are chapped and she picks the skin off constantly)
Addie: "I'm not picking my lip mom, I'm picking my nose!"
me: "Lovely Addie, just lovely!"
Earlier that day I picked Addie up from school and we went to the mall for lunch and returns until it was time to pick up Anna. We went into a store where I had to return a shirt that did not fit. All of the jewelry was strategically placed in front of the register (for impulse buyers like me.) Addie browsed at all the sparkle while I finished my business. I had a million things on my mind all while trying to talk to the nice lady at the register and also trying to make sure Addie stayed near. I finished with my return and grabbed her hand to leave. She said, "Mama, I picked you out some pretty bracelets." I said, "That's so sweet of you!" and we headed to the car. As we got to the car I loaded her up in a hurry as usual and as I sat down I felt something poke me in my pocket. To my surprise were the nice bracelets that Addie had picked out for me. Back into the mall we went to return the bracelets that she had swiped. She just didn't understand why we had to leave them there. I was afraid that all the people in the store saw what I was oblivious to and thought that I was one of those twisted parents that put their children up to thievery. I never felt her stick those in my pocket...I swear! And they were huge too. What planet was I on?