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R. Linda:
Here we go, I be thinking this Christmas shopping stuff be getting to Tonya. She seems stressed and overwhelmed. Maybe it be me sainted parents being with us for the holiday, because I can't remember her being this way. To give you an example or two, just yesterday I came home early from work to do a little family shopping and Tonya was going with me. Now O'Hare and Baby Guido have a date with Santa at the mall, and for this, Ton wanted both boyos to look nice. Now you will recall the outfit for Baby G with the tie and argyle sweater? Somehow during that trip to Kittery, O'Hare wasn't thought of in the tie and sweater department as the child is a bit of a bruiser. So when he saw the tie and sweater outfit his brother was going to wear to see Santa, he immediately asked where his was. Now we said we did not think he wanted that sort of thing and he yelled, "YES I DO!" Who knew? O'Hare was digging in his heels he was NOT going to see Santa without the proper attire. Sigh.
So we decided to take Mr. O with us and leave Guido with me parents. We took off for an upscale store in southern New Hampshire that sells shirt, tie and trousers outfits for the discerning and styling child. Well, I wanted to go to Wal-Mart, BUT O'Hare wouldn't hear of it. The kids in his class don't shop no stinkin' Wal-Mart, they go to the upscale store. I wanted to ask the parents if they knew the economy was bad, but wasn't about to shuffle off to O'Hare's school to run them down. SO there we were pulling into this house converted to children's quality store. Just sitting in the parking lot looking at it our mouths were agape in amazement. Here definitely was a high end store. It was well tended on the outside, with designer planters full of holly and small Christmas trees all lit with those white faery lights. There was no excess decor, it was just perfect. The door was wrapped like a huge present, green foil paper, big red velvet bow and there was a card attached that said, "FOR YOU!" Uh oh.
Well, we ventured in and stood in the entrance and Tonya whispers to me, "Gabe, we better leave we aren't dressed for this."
I was stunned, what do you mean? I looked around and the first person I saw was a woman dressed in a beige leather jacket, trimmed with white fur. Her boots matched and her Louis Vuitton purse was slung artfully over her shoulder for maximum LOOK AT ME effect. Look further and there was her four year old daughter dressed just like Mummy. Oh my. The whole store was like that, even the saleswomen were dressed better than the O'Sullivan family.
"Let's get out of here," Tonya whispered but she was overheard by O'Hare who plopped on the floor and said really loud so everyone stopped shopping and looked over, "NO!"
A saleslady came running over to ask what was the matter, before O'Hare could tell her, I said just a little discussion on color of shirts. That was all. We wanted a red shirt for a visit to Santa, he wants green. She looked at me not buying any of that. Before she could say, "Can I show you the Tommy Hilfiger section," Tonya had got O'Hare up and was walking to the back of the store, which I felt in joining her was like moving to the back of the bus.
Well, we were looking at the shoe section. Yup the lowest point on the body, we were there. Tonya did say she wanted to pick up winter boots for the lad, so they sat down to be waited upon. The same saleswoman had followed us back probably to make sure we weren't stealing anything, and we told her the size and she went off to look for the boots, as we looked uncomfortably around us.
"Da, I need slippers." O'Hare informed me.
"Slippers? Nobody but Grandfather James wears slippers." Said I.
"I know, I want a pair too. Keep my feet warm."
I looked at Tonya she shrugged and mumbled, "It's your father and well . . . "
So off I went and I got slippers, they fit perfectly and as I was taking them off O'Hare the boots arrived and yes, we got those too.
"Did you happen to notice the price of those boots Ton? The slippers are $27.99."
"Ooh no, let me look . . . God Gabe these boots are $45.99."
We both sighed. Off to the shirt and ties because O'Hare had informed the self same saleswoman he needed a shirt, tie, trousers and maybe a sweater, though he wasn't sure on that last item. Oi!
She left us to it and we picked out a tie and then went through the problem of finding a shirt that would be compatible with red and black strips! White, that was the only one, so we finally settled on that. BUT, the child did not want the black trousers, no, the bruiser in him came out, khakis or nothing. I didn't look at the price I knew our purchases for so little was over a hundred and that this would be the last time we ever did this.
Well, come to find the tie was too big the saleslady informed us, so Tonya took it back to look for a smaller size. Finally, she is calling O'Hare to come to her so she can be sure what she's got is a better fit. This is where she gets sketchy, she is over on the left side of the store a quarter back from the checkout. He starts toward the back wall and is about to hang a right in which he'd go right to her. BUT he was not getting there fast enough, and she moved to the right of the store two or three clothing racks from the back where he was. Now the child can't see her because he's 5 years old and not adult height, but she can't see him because of that, so she's moving around, he'd trying to find her by following her voice and I was standing there where I could see both of them, shaking me head in wonder at this crazy foolishness as she started to get mad he was purposely hiding from her.
"Tonya, stay were you are he's coming. You keep moving and he can't find you."
Gees the woman! Finally we left all outfitted, booted and slippered up. On the way home because both Tonya and I are depressed at the amount of money we could have saved at Wal-Mart, we stop at Dunkin' Donuts for coffee for us, hot chocie for him.
We get home, Tonya brings in the Dunk's drinks, sets them on the table and takes the bags from me to go put O'Hare's stylin' outfit away because he is threatening on wearing that tie, starting right then and there. While she's at this, I turn on the small telly in the kitchen and O'Hare is enjoying Sponge Bob and I be purposely putting THAT on to take his focus off the tie wearing. It is fifteen minutes into Spongy Bob and the kid has this funny look on his face. I ask him what is wrong, he says, "Da, this hot chocolate tastes like coffee."
I look and all the cups are the same, and then I notice the HC on the side of the one he isn't drinking out of. I lean over, turn the cup around and it says, "CS, CO. That was Tonya's caramel swirl coffee, cream only. Uh oh. No wonder it tastes like coffee, it is coffee! I tell him he's been drinking coffee so that's why it tastes like that and I slide the hot chocolate to him. He looks at me with tears in his eyes, and whines, "Now my growth will be stunted."
It was too precious for words, I was trying not to laugh, so I calmly told him he didn't drink enough for that to happen. So he started to brighten up and then the upset came back as he said, "But Da, the caffeine . . . "
"Don't worry about that either, your hot chocolate has caffeine in it too."
"Don't tell Mummy, she'll get mad I stunted my growth an drinking caffeine an drank her coffee."
"I won't buddy." I said having a hard time not to laugh or smile.
He went off to play and I did tell Tonya because it was so sweet a moment. She was as I knew, fine with it and blamed herself for upsetting him. But you see this is what I mean, she's spacing out. Ordinarily she would have made sure he had the right drink before she took off for another part of the house, because she knows I'm oblivious to such things. She would never have yelled in a store for him to come find her either, she would have come back to get him. I think me parents have that strange effect on her. It's easier to lose herself in her own thoughts than give any reality to what craziness is going on around her. Sigh. Poor woman I guess I can commit her when I commit me Mam to the home, a two-for, LOL.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
Here we go, I be thinking this Christmas shopping stuff be getting to Tonya. She seems stressed and overwhelmed. Maybe it be me sainted parents being with us for the holiday, because I can't remember her being this way. To give you an example or two, just yesterday I came home early from work to do a little family shopping and Tonya was going with me. Now O'Hare and Baby Guido have a date with Santa at the mall, and for this, Ton wanted both boyos to look nice. Now you will recall the outfit for Baby G with the tie and argyle sweater? Somehow during that trip to Kittery, O'Hare wasn't thought of in the tie and sweater department as the child is a bit of a bruiser. So when he saw the tie and sweater outfit his brother was going to wear to see Santa, he immediately asked where his was. Now we said we did not think he wanted that sort of thing and he yelled, "YES I DO!" Who knew? O'Hare was digging in his heels he was NOT going to see Santa without the proper attire. Sigh.
So we decided to take Mr. O with us and leave Guido with me parents. We took off for an upscale store in southern New Hampshire that sells shirt, tie and trousers outfits for the discerning and styling child. Well, I wanted to go to Wal-Mart, BUT O'Hare wouldn't hear of it. The kids in his class don't shop no stinkin' Wal-Mart, they go to the upscale store. I wanted to ask the parents if they knew the economy was bad, but wasn't about to shuffle off to O'Hare's school to run them down. SO there we were pulling into this house converted to children's quality store. Just sitting in the parking lot looking at it our mouths were agape in amazement. Here definitely was a high end store. It was well tended on the outside, with designer planters full of holly and small Christmas trees all lit with those white faery lights. There was no excess decor, it was just perfect. The door was wrapped like a huge present, green foil paper, big red velvet bow and there was a card attached that said, "FOR YOU!" Uh oh.
Well, we ventured in and stood in the entrance and Tonya whispers to me, "Gabe, we better leave we aren't dressed for this."
I was stunned, what do you mean? I looked around and the first person I saw was a woman dressed in a beige leather jacket, trimmed with white fur. Her boots matched and her Louis Vuitton purse was slung artfully over her shoulder for maximum LOOK AT ME effect. Look further and there was her four year old daughter dressed just like Mummy. Oh my. The whole store was like that, even the saleswomen were dressed better than the O'Sullivan family.
"Let's get out of here," Tonya whispered but she was overheard by O'Hare who plopped on the floor and said really loud so everyone stopped shopping and looked over, "NO!"
A saleslady came running over to ask what was the matter, before O'Hare could tell her, I said just a little discussion on color of shirts. That was all. We wanted a red shirt for a visit to Santa, he wants green. She looked at me not buying any of that. Before she could say, "Can I show you the Tommy Hilfiger section," Tonya had got O'Hare up and was walking to the back of the store, which I felt in joining her was like moving to the back of the bus.
Well, we were looking at the shoe section. Yup the lowest point on the body, we were there. Tonya did say she wanted to pick up winter boots for the lad, so they sat down to be waited upon. The same saleswoman had followed us back probably to make sure we weren't stealing anything, and we told her the size and she went off to look for the boots, as we looked uncomfortably around us.
"Da, I need slippers." O'Hare informed me.
"Slippers? Nobody but Grandfather James wears slippers." Said I.
"I know, I want a pair too. Keep my feet warm."
I looked at Tonya she shrugged and mumbled, "It's your father and well . . . "
So off I went and I got slippers, they fit perfectly and as I was taking them off O'Hare the boots arrived and yes, we got those too.
"Did you happen to notice the price of those boots Ton? The slippers are $27.99."
"Ooh no, let me look . . . God Gabe these boots are $45.99."
We both sighed. Off to the shirt and ties because O'Hare had informed the self same saleswoman he needed a shirt, tie, trousers and maybe a sweater, though he wasn't sure on that last item. Oi!
She left us to it and we picked out a tie and then went through the problem of finding a shirt that would be compatible with red and black strips! White, that was the only one, so we finally settled on that. BUT, the child did not want the black trousers, no, the bruiser in him came out, khakis or nothing. I didn't look at the price I knew our purchases for so little was over a hundred and that this would be the last time we ever did this.
Well, come to find the tie was too big the saleslady informed us, so Tonya took it back to look for a smaller size. Finally, she is calling O'Hare to come to her so she can be sure what she's got is a better fit. This is where she gets sketchy, she is over on the left side of the store a quarter back from the checkout. He starts toward the back wall and is about to hang a right in which he'd go right to her. BUT he was not getting there fast enough, and she moved to the right of the store two or three clothing racks from the back where he was. Now the child can't see her because he's 5 years old and not adult height, but she can't see him because of that, so she's moving around, he'd trying to find her by following her voice and I was standing there where I could see both of them, shaking me head in wonder at this crazy foolishness as she started to get mad he was purposely hiding from her.
"Tonya, stay were you are he's coming. You keep moving and he can't find you."
Gees the woman! Finally we left all outfitted, booted and slippered up. On the way home because both Tonya and I are depressed at the amount of money we could have saved at Wal-Mart, we stop at Dunkin' Donuts for coffee for us, hot chocie for him.
We get home, Tonya brings in the Dunk's drinks, sets them on the table and takes the bags from me to go put O'Hare's stylin' outfit away because he is threatening on wearing that tie, starting right then and there. While she's at this, I turn on the small telly in the kitchen and O'Hare is enjoying Sponge Bob and I be purposely putting THAT on to take his focus off the tie wearing. It is fifteen minutes into Spongy Bob and the kid has this funny look on his face. I ask him what is wrong, he says, "Da, this hot chocolate tastes like coffee."
I look and all the cups are the same, and then I notice the HC on the side of the one he isn't drinking out of. I lean over, turn the cup around and it says, "CS, CO. That was Tonya's caramel swirl coffee, cream only. Uh oh. No wonder it tastes like coffee, it is coffee! I tell him he's been drinking coffee so that's why it tastes like that and I slide the hot chocolate to him. He looks at me with tears in his eyes, and whines, "Now my growth will be stunted."
It was too precious for words, I was trying not to laugh, so I calmly told him he didn't drink enough for that to happen. So he started to brighten up and then the upset came back as he said, "But Da, the caffeine . . . "
"Don't worry about that either, your hot chocolate has caffeine in it too."
"Don't tell Mummy, she'll get mad I stunted my growth an drinking caffeine an drank her coffee."
"I won't buddy." I said having a hard time not to laugh or smile.
He went off to play and I did tell Tonya because it was so sweet a moment. She was as I knew, fine with it and blamed herself for upsetting him. But you see this is what I mean, she's spacing out. Ordinarily she would have made sure he had the right drink before she took off for another part of the house, because she knows I'm oblivious to such things. She would never have yelled in a store for him to come find her either, she would have come back to get him. I think me parents have that strange effect on her. It's easier to lose herself in her own thoughts than give any reality to what craziness is going on around her. Sigh. Poor woman I guess I can commit her when I commit me Mam to the home, a two-for, LOL.
Gabe
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Aw that is such a precious story. Something to treasurer and use as blackmail later when's he older, huh Gabe? LMAO
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