"Mom, I just don't see anything in here that I like."
Whaaaaat? No more Gymboree?
"Are you sure?" I asked, frowning slightly. I held up a skirt. She shook her head. We left and headed to Old Navy.
Later this month, Sesame Street Live is coming to town. I used to take her every year. Now she is too old. This morning she left the house in skinny jeans, high tops, and a tee shirt with her school logo on it (they are the wildcats and today is "Wildcat Wednesday"). However, she didn't want the shirt to be too baggy so she grabbed a rubber band, bunched up the bottom of the tee, and rubber-banded it so that it would fit snugly over her tiny little hips.
I know she is growing up. I can handle it . . . I think. For some reason the rejection of Gymboree really stings, though. I don't know if I'm ready to give up. I mean, what is the alternative? The clothes at Justice? My retinas can't take it!
At least I still have my memories.
|Gymboree sweater with a kitty cat on it.|
|Mod dress from Gymboree.|
|Gymboree pants with, yes, kitty cats on them.|