Today I sent Cayah into Foolion to buy a bag of feminine napkins. We all scraped up our change and found three dollars. I hated it for her…I was getting boxes for moving in the back of the store. I would HATE to buy just napkins…I’d get thirty dollars in emotional spending to stack on top of the napkins so no one noticed. Not Cayah. She walked in there without a cart and picked up a bag and went to the check out. There were three open tills…an old lady, a young lady and a handsome teenage boy…that she completely missed. She’s got boobs but she simply hasn’t discovered the boys yet. (Emma dancing the snoopy dance on aisle four!!)
Anyway…she went right up to the shortest line…the one with the teenage young man and plopped those pads down and started digging in her purse for her cash. I remembered I had the change in my pocket and approached her. She saw me and said, “I got the kind with wings for me and got extra long for you since we didn’t have enough money for two bags…this way we can share…are you ok with that?”
I thought I’d die. I spun on my heel and walked out without saying a word.
Needless to say, by the time I was finished talking to her in the parking lot, my daughter has my deep emotional problems and will never comfortably purchase feminine products again. What’s the use in trickle down dysfunction if I can’t give it to my kids!!
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