Pair #16- Whatever Mom Wants

I was at Saks with my mom.

Earlier, We had gone to the Pierpont Morgan Library, our favorite, along with my friend, KT. With my mom, shopping works one of two ways; either we are focused, mind on the game, and we both score, and go home happy; or one of the other of us is distracted, not in the mood. On those days shopping is pointless game.

We had walked a lot, and all three of us were tired. We had ventured into Saks to see if we could find our inner shopping selves. The answer was no, until, of course, the shoe department. There, suddenly, my mom burst into a frenzy.

"I'll try these, oh! And these," She coo'd to the salesman. And these little Miu Miu flats stopped her dead for some reason. "And THOSE!" Hers eyes lit up. "Do you like them?" She asked, holding them.
"Yeah, those are super cute." I was being nice. I did like them, but I didn't LOVE them, like she did.

My mom has the tiniest feet, though. And when she tried them on, they fell right off again. She sighed, the way she always does when trying on shoes. She girds herself for disappointment.

"Oh well mom, nice try. They are cute." I said, slipping them on for fun. They fit. Their silly snub toes reminded me of elf shoes. The dark bow and laces, plus all that leather gave them a medieval air. I kind of liked them.

"They fit you! Do you want them?" My mom has a way of asking if you want something that dares you to say now. She kind of inflects her voice up at the end of the question, suggesting that she demands that you say yes.

"Um. Ok." So there they are.