Thus my granddaughters do not know much about shopping in a box store.
Oh, they go to a grocery store now and again and probably Target or Costco or Sam's but that's about it.
So it was a delightful outing for me to go with Aven and her mommy to Old Navy.
Aven likes to wear dresses and is very definitive about the dress. It must be soft (basically a knit) and have the ability to twirl. And when I say definitive I mean picky.
We walked into Old Navy and her first question was "Where's the cart?"
She did not object to having the freedom to roam the store. The clothing, the colors, the people fascinated her.
When we got to her section and said, "Let's find some dresses" Watch out!
She immediately grabbed a dress at her level and said "This one." She walked the aisle and rejected and accepted items as if she was a natural born buyer of children's clothing. She knew exactly the material, color and style without the articulation. She was in her element.
At one point she picked up a green tutu skirt in a size 5, about 4 sizes too big for her petite frame. Once we had decided she could purchase the skirt we walked back to get her size and her mommy noticed they had the item in purple. "Oh, they have purple? I want a purple one."
Done. Sold.
She then had to choose two dresses from the four we were holding. Not a problem.
When we went to go stand in line she quite innocently asked, "We have to stand in line?" Ahh, the lessons of shopping come quickly.
But the piece de resistance came when she got to carry the bag to the car while chanting, "We're going shopping."
She loved it. I loved it. Her mommy loved it. And it was oh so much more experiential than Internet shopping.
I dread the day it may become a lost art.
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