The other day Camden and I took a trip to the Carter's outlet store with my mom (who is known as Nan to her grandchildren). We needed to stock up on some fall and winter clothes for Camden now that it's September (!!). When we arrived, Mom headed off to look for a gift for a family friend who recently had a baby girl. Camden and I ventured to the back of the store to check out the large display marked 50% off. (My frugal husband would've been so proud!) I noticed that most of the clothing in Camden's size was towards the bottom of the rack so I sat Camden on the floor and knelt down next to him while I sifted through the heavily discounted items. When I stood up a few minutes later, I saw my mom's frantic face across the store and I realized immediately what had happened. I was sitting on the floor with Camden for about 5 minutes. She couldn't find us. She flipped out.
Now you all know I'm a worrier. I've made no secret about that on this blog. If there's a way to worry about something, you can count on me to find it. But my mom is the Queen of all Worriers. It's endearing, really, but sometimes can get a tad out of hand. Like that day at Carter's.
So right after I noticed my mom's panicked face, I saw a couple of store employees with her. When she couldn't find me, she told one of the employees that she was looking for her daughter. They asked what I was wearing, and Mom said she couldn't recall (no worries, Mom- it was a very forgettable outfit). Then the ladies set out to help my mom find me. (Meanwhile, I'm happily admiring baby jeans and football tees completely unaware any of this is unfolding.)
Mom then notices one of the nice, helpful ladies looking in the clothing racks. Like inside them. Mom looked at her in confusion and the helpful employee explained, "Oh, sometimes they like to hide inside of the racks."
The employee was looking for me inside of the clothing racks.
My mom explained to her that I was, in fact, a grown woman & unlikely to play a game of hide-and-seek in Carter's. Fortunately, it was about that time that Camden and I surfaced and the whole search was called off.
For the record, I've never hidden inside of a clothing rack. Not when I was a kid, and certainly not now that I'm almost 30. Promise.
(Mom, we love you & your neurotic ways. You're the best.)
Sunday, September 5, 2010
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Wow. I sound like a lunatic. If that shopping center hadn't been so creepy I don't think I would have immediately jumped to the kidnapping scenario. I was so happy to see you two when you popped up. I bet the sales girls saw you but didn't say anything because they were looking for a little girl. Thanks for letting me "star" in one of your posts. You forgot to mention the best part. They thought I looked too young to have a grown daughter.
aww... i love your mom :) that's hilarious though...
Mom- You DO look too young to have 3 grown kids! And you're not a lunatic. You're just a (very, very, very) concerned parent. We love you just the way you are! :)
This is so funny. I totally can see myself doing this some day to my daughter lol.
I love it!
I guess its just as scary to lose your grown child in the store! Alana hid in a clothing rack one time and I was frantic then when she popped out I was so pissed off. She almost gave me a heart attack!
I can just picture The Panic Face. If she worries about losing her kids in stores, then why on earth did she abandon us during grocery shopping? One minute, she'd be with us, and the next, we're looking down every aisle, only to find her on the other side of the store. Yes, we were grown, but clearly, age is not an issue. :)
Hmm, maybe this is the root of my strong dislike of grocery shopping...
OMG, that is hilarious!
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Hey, don't feel bad. When I was about 40, I was clothes shopping with my mom. She's 5 feet tall, I'm 5 feet tall, and the racks are 5 feet tall. We got separated, and while I was looking for her, a clerk asked if she could help me find something. I said, "Yes, I can't find my mother!" She laughed, asked what she was wearing, and reunited us.
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