When the guys are sent to buy pants...
Last night the whole family went to 'Kohl's' to get the kids something dark and formal to wear to the graveside service for my husbands Aunt. If this were just any graveside service I wouldn't mind if the kids just wore a pair of clean jeans and a nice dark shirt but this is at 'Arlington National Cemetary'... Where the guard that protects the Unknown Soldier has every inch of his uniform inspected before He can report for duty!
My kids don't get a lot of opportunities to dress in formal wear. We don't attend church... We don't 'gussy' up to frequent the likes of places known as 'The Club'... 'The League'... or 'The Marina'... We enjoy 'The Theatre'... However, considering the price of a ticket we're just as happy taking in a show performed by high school students or the community playhouse... Both of which don't mind if you wear jeans.
So the point is... Every time we have a dressy event to attend, the kids need new clothes. It's a shame that these formal events can't be all lumped together before the kids grow into another size but considering this is a funeral we're attending, perhaps I should be careful what I wish for.
When we got to the store I pointed the guys in the direction of 'Young Men's Dress Slacks' and my daughter and I hit the 'Young Ladies Department'... It didn't take long for us to find a simple black dress. We finished up at the girls dressing room and crossed a couple of aisles over to 'Young Mens' but couldn't find my husband and son anywhere. My husband had mentioned that he might look for some slacks for himself so we ventured to the other side of the store where the 'Men's Department' is located.
When I found my husband he was standing there with my son and both of them had the biggest grins on their faces. It looked as if they'd just pulled golden tickets out of a 'Wonka' bar! OR as I was about to confirm... Made a hasty yet poor decision on a pair of pants for my son. They both looked at me and said, "Found the pants! The VERY FIRST PAIR he/I tried on!" Now, I've been pants shopping with my son and I KNOW the chances of finding a pair of pants that fit after trying on 10 pairs is slim to none (which is pretty much a description of his waist size.) SO, I did what any Mom would do. I said, "Oh yeah, go try 'em on for me." Of course I got the, "But I told you they fit!" and the eye roll as he lumbered over to the dressing room. It wasn't long before my son returned wearing a pair of pants that while long enough to adequately touch the tops of his shoes, had a crotch that ended somewhere just above his knees. "No way Bud!... Let's go back and look for a pair of pants that fit!" More eye rolls and long drawn out sighs... But we did eventually find him a pair of slacks that were issued with the strict instruction that he couldn't grow any taller in the next 48 hrs.... After that it's likely he won't have another reason to dress up until that pair with the long crotch fit him perfectly.
*2 yrs. have gone by since I posted this and I STILL don't trust either of them when it comes to buying clothes. Of course, if it wasn't for my they'd never shop and would probably look like hobos.