A Swimmingly Good Boy
I had to go shopping for a one-piece swimsuit today (required for me to
chaperone both of the boys' end of the year pool parties). I have come to love
the tankini for their ease, style, and the fact that the majority of them are
actually more modest than many one-piece suits I've seen advertised. I own one
one-piece suit but I've had it for about ten years so when I pulled it out, it
looked threadbare. One bad move and it
would be in pieces. I had today only to remedy this situation.
I'm not sure why but I actually thought I'd just run to Target, pick one up
and be done with the whole thing. Apparently, it's been awhile since I've
shopped for a swimsuit. At Target I found one bathing suit in my size and it
was barely worth trying on. I did though because of the afore mentioned
optimistic attitude. Unfortunately, it didn't look any better on me than it did
on the hanger.
Thank God Max is a good sport because when I told him we were headed to the
mall he said, "Yes! I love the mall."
"Why do you love the mall?"
"It's fun! You can throw a penny in the fountain. They have an elevator
AND a cabininagor (or escalator). Hey! Can we eat there?"
Man I love that kid. I promised him lunch and that I would look at the
swimsuits and nothing else. He happily trailed along. Here's what
I found as I shopped for the elusive suit: apparently, they think no one under
size 14 wear the things; the ones that are cute are upwards of $120; and the
ones that are a bit more affordable look like something I wouldn't make my
grandmother wear.
We wandered through stores and perused through racks and racks of suits.
"Here's a one piece," I would tell him.
"Okay get it and let's go," he offered.
"Oh buddy, I wish it were that easy, but girls never buy bathing suits
without trying them on."
Three pennies in the fountain, five escalator and two elevator rides, lunch
and six stores later I finally found a few I was willing to take into the
dressing room. I put the first one on and said, "Hey, I kind of like
this," in a bit of odd wonder.
"Great, let's take it out of here and go home," said Max.
Here I had to explain to Max the wonder of shopping with women. "That
would be great, but I don't want one that's just okay. I want to really love
it."
"I love it," he tried.
Thankfully Max is Max and this caused no tantrum or even complaining. He
simply entertained himself by making faces in the mirror and asking me a myriad
of questions that I'm sure were very entertaining to the other women listening
in.
In the meantime I tried all the other suits on and loved a few more.
"Okay, take that one and let's go home," he offered again.
Of course, I had to try the ones I liked on again. Finally I settled on
one I really liked that had a price tag I could live with. "Alright,"
celebrated Max, "we're going to leave now right?"
At the end of the day I walked away with a very satisfactory suit and the
knowledge that I have been given the best four-year-old boy on the planet.
2 Comments:
I'll be shopping this weekend for our family's Cape San Blas trip next month! I need to get some new swimming trunks. I'm glad you found a nice swimming suit!
I'm glad he was a good sport. I'm not sure I would have the patience to take kids along while shopping for a swimsuit. As I've gotten older I don't mind spending more money a well-made suit that flatters. But I haven't bought a one piece in years.
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