I don’t love walmart.
But I do love good prices.
So on the occasion, I find myself there.
With Lilly this time.
Looking for a plastic bat and ball that wasn’t going to cost me $10.
While strolling the isles we see a lllloooong rack of girls/juniors shirt with a $1.50 sign.
Yay! Apparently the Miley Cyrus line didn’t sell as well as hoped.
(As well as some others thrown in.)
We found 3 shirts for Lilly.
Tinker Bell, stars, and a pink peace shirt.
I keep sliding the shirts down the rack to see what else there is and find some super cute glittery shirts.
Oh. I like these.
Let’s see if the big ones will fit me.
I hold up a shirt to eyeball the size…
And out comes the whine.
“Mommmmm. You don’t haaaaavvvve style.”
(You are correct, but you don’t have to remind me.)
We take them into the changing room.
I try them on.
I actually like how they fit me.
I pick out 2 to buy.
Lilly whines something about my 'mom clothes'.
(as in, the clothes i normally wear)
And how my clothes were plain.
She uses the term ‘style’ as a noun.
And specifically the fact that I don’t have any.
(Just like I don’t have a boat, or a pony.)
So this morning, I let her choose which of my new shirts I’d wear.
She sighed and choose the purply one.
Then we had a photo shoot.
To celebrate my style.
Since I have some now.