“Ok. Which one do you want?”
“That one is my favorite.” Jane said.
“Great!” Mom said, taking the dress off the rack.
“But... this one would go with my blue shoes.”
“Right,” she put the first one back and picked up the blue one.
“But, Cindy got a new blue dress that she’ll probably want to wear, so... I also have those black shoes...”
Mom put the blue one back and scanned the rack for a black one. “There’s no black,” she said.
“That’s OK, black shoes go with anything,” Jane said matter of factly.
“Right, so how about the one you liked best the first time?”
“Yeah, I don’t like it as much now, it’s too floofy.”
“Yes, how about this green one? I have those tan strappy shoes that would look good with it?”
“Yes, nice...” Mom hesitatingly picked the green one off the rack, watching Jane’s face. “So, yes? The green one?” she asked.
“I don’t have to wear a dress really. Do they have any nice pants here?”
Mom looked at Jane, now checking out the pants. As she sat on a nearby display to wait, she glanced down at her own baggy jeans and floppy shirt, suddenly noticing the juice stain on the hem.
‘How did I ever get a daughter like this?’ she wondered for the millionth time as she watched Jane trying to decide on the perfect outfit for her classmate’s eighth birthday party.