Mall Rat in the Making

Chase’s hair was getting a bit shaggy, so after dinner we decided to head on over to the mall to remedy that problem. It’s been a long time since I’d tagged along with the boys for this particular ritual, and I have to say I was very impressed with how well Chase sat in that chair. It was like he was a little man or something.

I liked watching him in the mirror. He’s very serious about his haircuts. Which is a good thing because the hair does make the man. Let’s hope he got my dad’s hair follicles so that he’ll get to hang on to his mane past his twenties.

Afterward, we browsed in a few shops for a bit. I spotted this atrociousness and just had to snap a picture.

Like grody to the max, man.

Shopping with Amaya is a trip. She’ll start out by happily walk along holding your hand. Then she’ll spot something that intrigues her, and she’ll excitedly laugh and clap her little heart out. Then without warning, she’ll suddenly stop for no reason and refuse to move. No amount of pleading, begging or bargaining will get her feet moving until she decides that she’s ready to continue on. This could be in 5 seconds or 5 hours—there’s really no pattern to it that I can distinguish. Thankfully, she’s still small enough that I can just pick her up—though just barely. Girl is heavy, yo.

“You think this comes in my size, Mama?”

People watching was her most favorite pastime; especially people of the teenage variety. Thus an exorbitant amount of time was spent standing outside Hot Topic observing the hoodlums carry on. I’m almost positive I saw her taking notes on how to be a mall rat. I’m hiding the credit card right now.