That’s Lame
The last time I took WC shopping for clothes he told me that everything I picked out was lame. I mean everything. I had to let him pick out the clothes and it was more trouble than it was worth. So, today I found him a few things and on my way to pick him up I remembered the last trip. I had to find a way to keep him from telling me the clothes were lame. I was not taking them back and he was going to be okay with it. Well I remembered our neighbors son. He is a senior in high school and he and his friend actually play with WC. WC thinks they are the coolest thing around and this was my way to not being lame. I came up with this story of how this guy just like them was in the store and I asked him what was cool and what was lame. I told him how he said the ones I bought were cool but the others lame and so I didn’t get him those. I couldn’t make him wear lame clothes! So, I told WC that I hoped he liked them and they really were cool cause the guy said they were. WC was so excited. I was worried still but when we got home he loved all of the clothes so what ever works right? I feel bad still for the tall tale I told. I guess I will have plenty more years of being told I am lame so I should I have to use all the help I can. It’s still amazing the things I will do for my kids.
