Ray, Thomas and I went to the mall with Sydney last week. As we are heading to Newport Beach in a few weeks, Sydney and I were both looking for swimsuits. After choosing a few we headed to the dressing rooms. Thomas sat on a bench and Ray was in the stroller. Sydney and I each tried on a suit then exited the room to show each other. We then returned to our dressing rooms. We tried on another set of suits. This time, as I was returning to the room, Ray discovered he was not strapped in, and he bolted. He ran into the store as fast as he could. I called to the worker nearest to us that he was leaving, and that I would be right there. I asked Sydney if she could take Thomas, but she was completely naked in her room, so I threw on my shirt and chased after Thomas, who had by now crawled halfway out of the store. I could see the saleswomen herding Ray and headed that direction. He is fast. They herded him towards me and I almost caught him, but not quite. He ran all the way out of the store (into the mall) and I followed. Of course, the alarm went off, as the suit I had on was tagged. A few feet out of the store I caught him, and dragged him back to the dressing room, where a worked had a bag of popcorn to give him as a way to keep him still. Can you picture it? Me, half-naked, carrying Thomas, chasing Ray, who of course is laughing at the top of his lungs.
I did not buy the suit.
The Watermelon Cheer
7 years ago