It’s been one of those days. I had another first as a parent. For the most part, I like to experience firsts with Casey so we can both have some input in the decision. But I guess that this first didn’t necessarily need Casey’s input, and if Casey had been available than I wouldn’t have had a valuable experience.
I’m not one of those fathers who plans on taking his daughters to the store to shop for dresses and the like. Clothing size numbers for girls just don’t make any sense to me. Sometimes it’s a 6, maybe a 7. Hell, there may not even be a 7. Maybe it goes in 2s. Then you throw in the difference between girls, small girls, older girls, women, and on and on and on it seems to go. Too confusing for me to ever figure out.
Casey usually hints to me about various clothes items she would like for Christmas or for her birthday. Truth is, unless she specifically picks out the item of clothing and tells me the exact size to look for, I’m not going to take the risk of buying the wrong size again. You see, our first Christmas together was spent months before we got married and I was just as naïve then as I am now. Only back then I figured there wasn’t any risk in guessing the size. Pffft, boy was I wrong. I should have stuck with my first instinct and got Casey floor mats for Christmas like I had originally planned.
Casey loves soft warm material. Whenever we would walk by blankets, coats, or shirts made out of that type of material Casey can’t help stopping and feeling it. Thinking I was pretty clever, I found some pajamas made out of the material she liked.
When I looked at the sizes I was completely thrown off. There were sizes like medium, small, large, etc., and there were a range of numbers under those sizes. I had no clue what any of that meant, so I decided to take a common sense approach. I figured I couldn’t go wrong by choosing a medium. If I chose a small and she didn’t fit, well. That wouldn’t look good for me. If I chose a medium and she was too small for them she could just wear bigger pajamas. They were pajamas after all.
Big mistake. DO. NOT. BUY. PAJAMAS. THAT. ARE. TOO. BIG. FOR. YOUR. WIFE.
I had the
task opportunity to take Addie shopping for a swimsuit since she had forgotten hers at home. By the way, we’re in Ohio on a fall break vacation. We went to Walmart, which was just a few blocks from our hotel. Unfortunately Walmart, like most stores, stops selling swimsuits when swimsuit season ends. Addie was out of luck.
After asking around, we headed to Goodwill as our last option. I don’t shop at Goodwill and not because I’m a snob, but because I’m really picky on how my clothes fit. I have an 18 inch neck and pretty big thighs. There aren’t many brands of clothes out there that fit me right. Shopping at Goodwill proved to be a learning experience.
Addie and I ran up and down the long aisles searching for a swimsuit until we were both sure none existed. Ready to give up, I decided to take one last look through an aisle when I stumbled on a swimsuit top. Then it hit me. In order to shop at Goodwill, you gotta have eagle-like eyes. Just like that swimsuits started jumping out at me as we wandered around.
We gathered up a pile of swimsuits and pulled out the two that I guessed would come closest to working and I sent Addie into the dressing room to give them a whirl.
Off we went with a $2.00 swimsuit ready for Addie to play in the pool. I left the store having shopped for girl clothes for the first time as a father.
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