Happy Tears

Kellen and I went shopping tonight. We arrived at JC Penney at 4:30 pm. We walked straight to the boys department, and I picked up a pair of navy slacks in a size 12 and a 14. We went into the dressing room and tried them both on. The 14 (slim) fit perfectly. He said he liked them. Done with the pants.

We went to the under-garment section and I told him to pick some underwear, and some socks. I told him to trade the socks he grabbed for mediums .... he did. Done with the undergarments.

We walked over to sports shirts, I picked two off the rack to match his new blue pants and asked if he liked them. He said he did. Done with the shirts.

We walked to the shoe department. He picked one pair of dress shoes, and one pair of sandals for swimming. I asked the employee for both in a size 7. He brought them. Kellen tried them on. Declared both pair fit perfectly, and he liked them. Done with the shoes.

They didn't have a casual navy blazer at Penneys, so we walked next door to Dillards. They had an entire rack of navy blazers with the world's ugliest crest on the chest. When I asked the salesperson if they had any others without a design, she said they had one. It was a size 14. Kellen tried it on. It fit perfectly, and he said it felt comfortable, and he liked it. Done with the blazer.

We were back out to the car by 5:15.

I almost wept with happiness. And wondered why my shopping experiences with my daughters NEVER go this smoothly.