I'm such a sucker!
I blame it on my friend Kama.
I ran into Kama when I was out for dinner the other night. She was wearing these awesome full-length army pants. Of course I asked her where she bought them. She said, "Aritzia."
"Did you get them recently, or are they from last year?' I asked, because there's nothing worse than complimenting someone on something they're wearing only to find out they bought it in 1988. Or in Paris.
"I just got them this week," she told me.
So, of course, I took The Dictator with me to Aritzia the very next evening because I was salivating to get the pants. Sure enough, they had one pair of the army pants left - exactly in my size! Yippee! Life was so good!
Until it wasn't. I also saw this yellow Wonder Woman t-shirt I loved, that I was going to buy. Then the Dictator said, "Me want Wonder Woman shirt! Me want Wonder Woman! Me want Wonder Woman shirt!"
So, because I'm such a sucker, I picked up a size small black Wonder Woman shirt, along with my yellow one, and said I'd buy it for her. But no. Oh no. That wasn't good enough for The Dictator. She wanted to wear it RIGHT NOW.
Because I'm a such a sucker, I ripped off the price tag and tried to put it on over her shirt. But no. Oh no. She made me take off the shirt and undershirt she was wearing, in the middle of the store, and put on the Wonder Woman shirt, which reached down to her ankles.
Ok, yes, you might think that I'm spoiling her. And I guess I am.
The problem was that a saleslady recognized me, when I walked in, saying, "Hey, are you Rebecca Eckler?" I regretted saying I was, because that meant I couldn't be mean to my child or have her having a friggen temper tantrum, because what if this saleslady went out and told all her friends, "Rebecca Eckler was in and her child was the Devil and she was so mean to her and wouldn't buy her a shirt."
So, yes, I undressed my child in the middle of Aritzia, bought her a Wonder Woman shirt 18 times too large for her. But at least she didn't throw a fit.
And, hey, it will fit me. So maybe it was worth it, because now I'll have a black AND yellow Wonder Woman t-shirt. All I know is that the next time I go to Aritzia, I'm going solo.