Tuesday I stole Beza away from after a field trip for a little mommy daughter time. She was in need of a swimsuit and some new sandals, so we decided to hit Old Navy. We had a few suits in hand and headed back toward the dressing rooms. I stopped to look at the clearance racks briefly. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed an employee talking to a male customer – someone she obviously knew. I didn’t pay too much attention, but noticed Beza kept looking over.
As we walked past them into the dressing room, I realized why. I was pretty sure it was a guy but he was wearing makeup, earrings, jean capri pants, shirt, and a stuffed bra. I still wasn’t entirely sure, his hair was in a cut that could have been shorter girl or longer guy. And I couldn’t really do a double take to figure it out.
Beza said nothing. I said nothing. Wasn’t sure WHAT to say at that point.
As we left and looked at a few more things I was able to surmise that yes, it was indeed a guy. Of course as we head to the cash register, so does he and so we’re both standing at the desk being helped by different employees. Beza keeps looking at him here and there and I just keep praying in my head “Please Lord, just let her wait until we’re outside!”
I engaged her in some conversation and we escaped without any embarrassing moments. We had a brief discussion in the car – I really don’t even know how to explain that one – and I gave her huge props for not saying anything unkind and waiting until we were alone.