"Ok Paisley, Since Mommy's out of town at Andrea's bachelorette party in Vegas , you're stuck with me this weekend. So here's my offer, we'll go to the park, play in the fountains at Town Lake and chomp on snow cones all weekend long. All that I ask in return is for some cooperation while daddy goes shopping."
…at least that was my idea.
Armed with toys, Pirate Booty and yogurt crisps, we ventured into the chaos that is the Nordstrom Half Yearly Men's Sale. Things went well - for about 5 minutes and then Paisley decided to exert her independence.
Stroller? Unacceptable to sit in, but fun to ram into other shoppers!
Pirate Booty? Certainly not for eating, though excellent to decorate the floor with.
Yogurt crisps? Best used for sucking on just long enough to soften for use as finger paints on the $185 Diesel jeans.
Toys? Perhaps it would be fun to plan a scavenger hunt for daddy!
I gotta give credit to the sales guy who offered to help corral her. Commission sales is a powerful motivating force. But ultimately, we had to abort mission due to my Tasmanian Devil in tow.
How does mommy do it?
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