Riley and I decided to head to the mall for a few hours last week. I needed to pick up my contact lenses at Lens Crafters. We parked the van outside of Macy's and entered through the juniors section. I thought, "Let me just take a quick look at the dress section, to find something for Kevin's wedding." I told Riley that we would only be a minute. I actually saw a dress that I thought might look good on me, so Riley and I headed into the fitting room. I said, "I'll be really fast Riley, I promise. Be a good boy for Mama!" And as promised, I was only  about 3 minutes in there before I realized the dress was ALL WRONG for me. So, we headed out of Macy's and into the mall.

We picked up my contacts and then headed back to Macy's doing some window shopping along the way. All in all we probably spent an hour in the mall, just looking around and hanging out together.

When it was time to go, we headed back into Macy's and I thought, "Let me just take one more look at the dresses...maybe I missed something." I didn't say a thing to Riley about my idea...but instead just pushed the stroller in the direction of the women's dress section.

As we neared the dresses and could see them in our sights, I heard Riley cry out from his stroller, "OOOOOH NOOOOOO!" I couldn't believe my ears. He saw the dresses and started complaining about shopping for them! How could he know to complain at only 18 months old? I laughed hysterically, but continued to shop anyway, like any good woman would...turning a deaf ear on the male she is with.

On that day I learned that it is somewhere buried in the male DNA to NOT like clothes shopping. Even at the tender age of 18 months, Riley is all male and is a victim to the DNA he was born with. He's lucky I didn't ask him to hold my purse while I shopped.

Kim