Sunglasses and...pads?

Outfit Details:

Polka dot shirt - thrifted

Floral skirt - Forever 21 (old)

Socks - old pair from the depths of my sock drawer

Black pumps - JCPenney (ancient)

Purse - inherited from Mom

Bowler hat - Charming Charlie

Sunglasses - ebay

Lipstick - Lime Crime Glamour101

These are my new $6.00 sunglasses. I don't understand why people pay so much for sunglasses (unless they have to for vision reasons) when there are inexpensive, awesome pairs like this hanging around out there looking for work. I get most of my fashion glasses and sunglasses from ebay, and I love them. If you're looking for a pair, check out ebay! I've had great experiences shopping with deadstocksunglasses and monovoltz.

Alright, story time. Remember that show Kids Say the Darndest Things? Also, can I get a what-what for Bill Cosby and all his awesomeness? Emeline would have fit right into that show with her adorable display of innocence in the grocery store the other day.

Weeeell, I was on the "lady supplies" aisle, sizing up the pads (wow, I really just said that), and Emeline pointed to one of the packs and said, VERY loudly, with an awful lot of good folks standing around, "Mommy, you need diapers?" I laughed and told her, "No, honey, these are pads. Not diapers, silly!" She then patted the front of my pants and said excitedly, "Mommy, you have on a pad right now!" She was so seriously proud that she knew this bit of private information, you could see it dancing in her big, blue eyes. I laughed again and said, "Yes, sweetheart, you're right." When I picked my preferred diapers, Emeline and I walked away, and she proudly admitted with her chin held high and in her little I-just-did/said-the-most-awesome-thing-ever strut, "Mommy, when I older, I need pads." I agreed, and we carried on with lots of snickers going on behind us.

I haven't the heart to tell her that pads are really not as exciting as they seem. She'll know that in another 50 years when she's of age. I exaggerate the amount of years because I refuse to believe that she's going to be three years old in a couple of weeks and that the countdown to her pre-teen/teenage years is in the single digits already. Uh-uh. Not ready for this business.