Shopping with Spunky

Yesterday we went to the mall in search of shirts to wear for our family portraits this coming weekend. First we started thinking we would all wear red button downs, untucked with jeans and barefoot. After searching Macy's my daughter and I could not find a single button down red shirt, ok...she asks what is our "backup" color...hummmm. Since I knew we would just walk in the store, go to the rack and pick up the perfect red shirt, I did not have a backup color. Ok well lets try Dillards, I bet they have a red shirt...well long story short, it seems there is no such thing as a plain red button down shirt in Florida at the end of September and I really wish people would stop looking at me like I have two heads...Oh wait, were they looking at my zit????????? While searching in Dillards we are approached by this spunky little lady who quickly tells me she is not a salesperson, she works in customer service. Oh no, we don't need a bit of help, we will know it when we see it, but Thanks anyway, we smile and say.....well spunky lady will not take no for an answer. My picky daughter, who thinks anything I pick is totally ewwwww, starts working with this woman, next thing I know we are in the Ralph Lauren section....oh no...no we cannot afford Ralph. Oh great I watch as they pick out a pink top, oh and of course we need a fushia sweater to go over it. No just walk away honey, didn't I teach you not to talk to strangers...don't do it baby, get away from that dressing room. It won't fit, it will be itchy. I run after her, thinking I can talk some sense into her once we are alone. Meanwhile my hubby comes up with the cutest pink button down in just my size. It's on sale he says with a huge smile. Good thing, love, cuz your daughter is shopping with her new best friend, who seems to have a passion for Ralphie...I squeeze in the door just as it is shutting...Hi honey, need momma's help? Yes, of course baby, it looks really good, but....I catch a glimpse of a red slash on the tag....could it be?? Yes, it turns out the shirt and the sweater are both under $10.00 each...my baby has scored a 75% off sale. That's my girl...momma taught you well. I try on my shirt, it looks great and is just what I want, nice and light. We both hear "spunky" approaching the dressing room...then I hear her talking to my son....if you keep looking at the fur vests we are going to have to call you Elvis, she says laughing......My husband says, well that is his name, which of course cracks her up. It turns out our little Dillard's devil was a gift from Heaven. I never would have even ventured near that little man on an horse section.
Ok mission accomplished for the girl team...now for the boys.....4 hours later we head home. We then realize that both hubby and mr Elvis have the perfect denim shirts hanging right in their closets.