A task relinquished........

One thing I hate above all others is taking Whatever shopping. Not just grocery shopping or window shopping but the kind of shopping where you HAVE to buy something like a winter coat or school clothes. For me it is a nightmare. Whatever needed jeans, she had none. I mentioned this to her father, The Saint, he said he would take her. Huh? Come again? OK, go for it! This would have taken us 4 hours, 3 heated arguments, 2 storming offs, and 1 episode of tears from either her, myself, or the baby. So off they went together to Target to buy jeans. I lectured her on the "if you can bend over and I can see your butt crack you can't ahve them" rule. I lectured him about her plan "to wear him out so he says yes to anything". An hour later I called to check up on them, expecting to her screaming in the background. He says, "we're done, I am at my Moms". An hour?!?!?!? How does one take and eleven year old shopping for jeans and complete the task in under an hour?!?!?!? I am visioning low riders, studded with rhinestones, fringed with the butt cheeks cut out. What did he get her? Two pairs of identical Levi's. They fit great and she and I both like them. Go figure. Guess who is taking her shopping from now on? Phew.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down...............

The Bug wanders around singing "ashes, ashes" now. Her sitter does Ring Around The Rosie with her and she loves the ashes part. It is too cute. Creeps The Saint out, though. He is convinced that the song originates from the Bubonic Plague. "Ring around the rosie" is the red ring rash that people got, "pocket full of posey" is because people carried herbs and flowers to keep the bad smell away, "ashes ashes, we all fall down" refers to people dying and being cremated. I looked on Wikipedia and the theory has been debunked but he is not convinced, he got it on a better authority (The History Channel) that it is true. So he cringes every time she sings "ashes, ashes". To me it is hysterical, only I would have a baby that liked the word ashes, not dolly, not baby, not mommy, she chooses ashes! Oh yeah and MINE!