Looking back on my own childhood, I remember fondly the shopping trips my mum and I used to have. We would drive to the mall on a Friday night, look around at the clothes and accessories, perhaps buy an item or two, have some nice conversations, and drive home.
Hopefully these fond memories are beginning with my own daughter. Leila accompanied me to the mall to shop for "back to work" clothes. I think she loved it.
Laden down with large quantities of clothes to try on, Leila and I strolled into the dressing room. She smiled and laughed as I tried on each outfit. Then, as we left, she began to cry. Is this an indication of a future shopping companion?
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