The way Frances sits in the passenger seat of my car, with her bare feet perched on my dashboard, playing Candy Crush on her cell phone and ignoring me as I navigate our way through unforgiving rush hour traffic on the 405, makes me feel strange, like I've entered a reality warp and I'm Mom.
Some moments from our shoe shopping trip at Macy's on Tuesday:
picking up a display shoe with a woven texture:
Ma: THESE SHOES LOOK LIKE A DIAPER BAG.
at the cash register - the credit card terminal shows a screen asking for your e-mail address:
Ma: WHAT IS THIS?!
Salesguy: If you put in your e-mail address, we'll send you updates on your order.
Ma: WHAT! JESUS CHRIST.
on the drive home:
Ma: What are you doing for this job anyways?!
Me: uhh.. rapid prototyping.
Ma: 兔子?!?!!? (RABBITS?!?!!?)
Ma: Do you know if your roommate will be a boy or a girl?
Me: It'll definitely be a girl.
Ma: Well that's no fun.
Some moments from our shoe shopping trip at Macy's on Tuesday:
picking up a display shoe with a woven texture:
Ma: THESE SHOES LOOK LIKE A DIAPER BAG.
at the cash register - the credit card terminal shows a screen asking for your e-mail address:
Ma: WHAT IS THIS?!
Salesguy: If you put in your e-mail address, we'll send you updates on your order.
Ma: WHAT! JESUS CHRIST.
on the drive home:
Ma: What are you doing for this job anyways?!
Me: uhh.. rapid prototyping.
Ma: 兔子?!?!!? (RABBITS?!?!!?)
Ma: Do you know if your roommate will be a boy or a girl?
Me: It'll definitely be a girl.
Ma: Well that's no fun.
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