A Priceless Day

I had an errand to run. An errand where I knew that Krazy K was not going to be on her best behavior, because really, what 4 year old actually behaves in Neiman Marcus? And those sales people, they aren't fooling anyone when they ooh and ahh over how "sweet" and "cute" and "precocious" your little girl is. I know "precocious" is code for t r o u b l e.

So I thought that I would butter her up with a good time before we trekked on in there. We went to her "most favoritest restaurant in the whole wide world that isn't Pei Wei" and picked up some noodles and a pizza to go for our picnic lunch.

As we drove down Post Oak Blvd in the momobile, past the Hermes Paris and the Chanel stores, in the midst of BMWs, Mercedes, and a plethora of foreign cars that could quite possibly cost more than my house, all eyes were on us at every stop light. Because we are fabulous? No because we were crazy dancing. You just can't not shake when Imagination Movers' Shakeable You comes on. Try it, it's dang near impossible.

We pulled up to the Transco water wall. (It will forever be Transco, just like it's always the Summit. You native Houstonians know what I'm talking about.)

Kathryn was in awe. And I was too. Of her. Of moments when I get to see just how thrilled and happy she is with the little things in life. I have a lot of experiences with my girls on a grand scale, but to know that a picnic blanket, two hours in the sun, and goofing off with mom is just as fun, that's kinda cool. And pure joy?

Priceless.

You know what else is priceless? Letting your daughter play amongst Juicy Couture dresses that start at no less than 100 dollars and having a saleswoman come up and tell you how absolutely adorable her outfit is.

And you know it only cost you 11 bucks at Old Navy. :-)