Shopping with my Nieces

Last week I decided I wanted to purchase some new work clothes.  My sister, also my ultimate favorite shopping buddy, suggested we go to Lord and Taylor.  I was thrilled, as we haven't had a shopping trip in years and she is so attentive.  One stipulation, can the girls come?  Her girls are the most adorable toddlers in the entire world.  Of course I would love it if they joined us.  It's time to start their training.  Little did I know that the shopping experience would be so very different.

First issue is that I am used to being the center of attention while shopping with sis.  Sis had to keep the girls in check.  Ok I was jealous, but because I am the grown up had to refrain myself.  Nice huh that I was jealous of the kids attention by their mother - might be a little selfish.

The little ladies are picking out tons of clothes.  I have to explain to the youngest that Aunt Bonnie does not wear giant geometric patterns in earth tones and that she should never as well.  The oldest had some really good pics.  Holding about 6 outfits, we decide its time to go into the dressing room.

My sister convinces the girls to come into the dressing room by telling them I will be giving a fashion show of all these clothes.  Yeah.  Keep in mind even the handicapped dressing rooms are a little tight for 2 adults and two toddlers, not to mention catwalk precision.  In we go.

In the dressing room, the girls notice that I am wearing high heels ( 4 inches).  As I am stripping down, one hugs my legs while the other rubs the shoes.  I am toppling, but manage to avoid crushing their little hands.  I put on the first outfit, both girls insist that I dance.  WHAT?  Well of course when you are doing a fashion show for toddlers you must dance.  So I am in the dressing room, in an lovely Tahari black suit and heals, bouncing swaying and shaking to my nieces' version of the Lemonaide song.  My sister is rolling on the floor laughing.   Might be time to try something different.

We leave this store and head to Sephora for makeup.  My eldest niece finds the perfume aisle. Being the good aunt, I find a bright pink bottle and tell her to hold out her wrist so I can spray her.  I sprayed her right in the eye and the poor thing is hysterical.  I am a horrible aunt and feeling terrible.  We rush to the rest room to wash out the evidence.  I think it is time for ice cream.

This was quite the experience.  I never bought so little and laughed so hard while shopping.  Might need to resort to the online stores.