"No no! The color pattern is soft pink with white, not hot pick with white!"
Mommy rubbed her tamales as I stood with a confused expression.
"Mommy?"
I tugged on her sleeve.
"Yes baby?"
"What's happening?"
She scooped me up and held me as she explained the staff mixed up the colors and now we have to go and pick them up our selves.
"But that's okay mommy."
She tilted her head.
"What do you mean baby?"
"It's just a little error. It can be fixed. As long as we can switch it, it'll be fine."
She smiled softly as me and kissed the tip of my nose.
"You're right honey. How about me and you go and pick them out, yes?"
I nodded quickly as she set me down on my feet and walked over to Jerome and asked for the pink decore and told him we'd be back soon.
We drove in pure bliss with hand holding and little kisses until we reached the wedding shop to fix the error our staff had made.
"My Mommy" by RosiePosieChaeyoung ©
