I bought more flowers yesterday. It’s that time of year. When all the potted plants go outside and get supplemented with fresh annuals.
So, there I am, browsing through the Kmart offerings, since I’m all about the inexpensive and temporary this summer. Transient me. They have those tall, many-shelved carts, that they wheel out to the sidewalk on sunny days. One row against the brick building, one at the edge of the walk, creating an aisle between. (Tip: dig deep to the back for the impatiens that haven’t gotten sunburnt.)
This young mother and her little girl walk by. The girl is two or three, wearing a cute denim sundress. Mom has her hands full of petunia six packs. It’s a gorgeous day.
“I think I’ll just take this off,” announces the little girl.
I glance down and she is already slipping the buckles on her straps and shucking her dress to her ankles.
“No!” Mom yelps, shoving her flowers onto the nearest open ledge. She’s down on her knees, pulling the dress back up. “We can’t just run around in our panties! It’s indecent exposure.”
I laugh at this and the mother rolls her eyes at me.
We wonder how we learn things.