She asked, "Could I get a pair of shoes, too?"
I told her that we'd see once we got there and it would depend on how much it cost. I'm a sucker for shoes so I knew the answer would be yes, but I didn't want her to know that quite yet.
We got to Justice and it didn't take long to find a cute little skirt and a shirt that would make the perfect outfit. Yes...we can also look at shoes.
She found two pair that she wanted to try with her outfit. So into the dressing room we go. The outfit looked adorable. Done. The two pair of shoes were very different and each pair were super cute. How to decide?
"Can I get BOTH pair, mommy?"
Hmmmmm..."Well, Faith...let's get to the checkout and see what the total is and then we'll decide."
To avoid drama in the store I allowed the second pair of shoes. (You can agree or disagree with me on this, but I don't like in-store drama). The total came to $80 and some change. We exited the store and made a bee-line for the nearest mall bench to discuss whether-or-not we should have spend the little extra on the second pair of shoes or if we should return them? Tears. Real tears. Not screaming, yelling, temper-tantrum. Just real tears that dropped from her little eyes and a tiny voice saying, "But it's so hard to decide, mommy." I know, sweet girl. I hear ya.
Later that day we started getting Faith ready for her date-night with her daddy. They were going to a restaurant of her choice (McDonalds) and a movie (Mr. Popper's Penguins). Scott told me later that they had barely gotten in the car and the conversation went something as follows:
Scott: "Yes, Faith."
Faith: "I'm really sorry, but I wasted some money today."
Scott: "Huh? What do you mean you wasted money? Do you mean you spent some money?"
Faith: "No daddy, we wasted money. I wanted two pair of shoes and it cost eight thousand dollars!"
Scott: "Eight thousand dollars? Are you sure it cost eight thousand dollars?"
Faith: "Yes, daddy. It was four numbers. It was eight thousand dollars. I'm sorry I spent that much on shoes."
Scott: "Faithy...are you sure it wasn't eighty dollars and not eight thousand dollars?"
Faith: "I don't know, daddy. Maybe. Can we not talk about it anymore?"
Scott: "Okay, honey."
I asked Scott how he was able to keep composure during this conversation and not start laughing. He said he just did, but it wasn't easy!
Scott does a good job of all the "girl" stuff. He asked to see her new stuff and when it came to the shoes he "oooooo'd" and "awwwww'd" over them and made special emphasis on liking the second pair that brought the total to "eight thousand dollars."
Oh sweet, Faith. Ya gotta love that little girl!
Wishing you a peaceFULLYsimple day!