Worthy (Part 2)

Shopping and Friends

Shopping with a six year old girl is going to be the death of me.

I held up a purple unicorn shirt and she scrunched that little nose like it was the ugliest thing she'd ever seen.

Well excuse the fuck out of me.

Me: What's wrong? I think it's cute.

Ella: It's a baby shirt.

I'm sorry, was she not a baby?

Me: So what are we lookin for here then Business casual?

Ella: what's that?

I chuckled and put the shirt back.

I quickly learned that my opinion no longer mattered, I was here as the wallet, and designated shopping basket.

Me: Why dont you go try some of these on?

We walked to the fitting room and she headed in.

I hated this part. Just standing around while shes in there. Moms and daughter always went in the room together. I couldnt, that would be weird.

Me: Are you going to come out and show me?

Her little voice echoed out of the hall

Ella: No.

When did my sweet baby turn in to a teenager? We weren't there yet. No way.

Ten years later she finally came out, she handed me her options.

Me: This it?

She smiled and nodded.

Me: Alright. I want to go look for a new shirt for me.

I started looking, I thought she was playing around in the racks, but she came walking towards me with three shirts.

Me: What are these for?

Ella: you!

I smiled. Maybe she wasn't rotten after all.

Me: lets see what you've picked.

She held up a black Nike shirt

Ella: For the gym

It was an extra small, but I liked where she was going with it.

Then held up a bright neon yellow shirt

Ella: like the ones you wear for work

It was the right size.

And last, she held up a gray button up

Ella: For your dates.

Dates were always kind of an awkward thing for us. We didn't really talk about them. I didnt know if she wanted to, or if i knew how to explain everything.

Me: I really like those picks babe.

I grabbed them all, we exchanged the one that wasn't the right size, paid, and got in the Jeep.

After we got home, I threw everything in the washer. When I came out, she was laying on the floor putting a puzzle together.

It's fatherin time.

I sat down by her and watched her little face concentrate

Me: The gray shirt.

She slipped a piece into its rightful spot.

Me: For dates.... we don't really talk about dates.

Ella: what do you want to talk about?

Me: Do you have any questions?