A Christmas Exchange
The little girl was fondling the all the sexy (read: short) sequined holiday skirts at Dillards last night until she could contain herself no more.
"I wish I could have all of these for Christmas," she told her father.
"Honey, I'm afraid you're several Christmases away from getting a dress like that," he replied.
He looked at my daughter and I and rolled his eyes. I offered a sympathetic smile.
We ran into them a few minutes later in the men's department -- just as my 5-year-old girl held up a holiday-themed necktie.
"Daddy," she shouted with excitement. "You need to get this! It has snowmen just like your underwear!"
This time it was the other dad who was smiling. Only his wasn't so sympathetic.