So my daughter is a Senior, and is getting ready for Prom. We are in the dress department of Nordstroms. (Ha, pink fog like you cannot believe)
Now my wife knows about me but my daughter does not.
And I am kind of only half paying attention because I am so distracted...tee hee.
But I suddenly realize they are having real trouble finding something she likes in her size.
Hmmm, Sammie to the rescue! A quick stroll through the department and back with three dresses Sammie would love were they not in a size 0.
Hand off to the wife for transport into the area of the near break down occuring in the dressing room.
Hushed, conferring voices...a russle or two of fabric, a little more whispering....then a stream of ooohs and ahhhs.
Upshot....on our way home now with two prom dresses.
Sigh...both size 0.
But you know what?
She looks spectacular...tee hee.
