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Posted by L. Marie Dubuque Oct 12, 2008 |
When my son was little, we used to have a great time at the mall. I would wheel him around in his stroller and he would be content just to stare at all the people and try to reach for the colored lights.
Now that he is 13, not only is it like pulling teeth to even get him to the mall, but he is ready to go home as soon as we get there. Until recently, I have avoided the problem altogether. I've bought his clothes online. But now that he is too tall to fit into kids' pants, and men's apparel is both too expensive and too "old" looking, I have to take him with me.
Gone are the days when bribing him with a pretzel would work, or hanging out at Dick's Sporting Good's rock climbing wall. Now I have to get in there with a plan, and get out as soon as possible.
Maybe that's a good thing. No more lingering at the shops, spending money that just recently evaporated with the stock market.