Before I tell you my story, I have an announcement to make. (No, I'm not pregnant - I don't think.) Here's my announcement: I passed hair inspection at the dance studio! Do you remember the utter failure I was at my first attempt to get my daughter's hair in the appropriate hairdo for the competition dance team? Well, I redeemed myself today. The owner said it looked good, and I passed! Yay me!
Okay. Now for the story.
"Mom," my daughter said last night. "I'm out of clothes. Nothing fits. We have to go shopping."
"Now?" I asked, looking at the clock. "It's late. The mall will be closing soon."
"I need clothes," she said. "We have to go now."
I sighed. "All right. Fine. Let's go."
We drove to the mall and went in. We had fifteen minutes until it closed. "This is not a good idea," I said. "You never find something in fifteen minutes!"
"Yes, I will!"
"Okay," I said. "We have to get out of here."
"No, not until I find something!"
"We'll do this tomorrow. Just wear what you have on now."
I dragged the girl to the exit. Except when we tried to get out, we couldn't. The doors were locked. We were stuck in the mall!
"Are you kidding?" I asked.
Long story short, we had to find the guard to let us out. Could you imagine what it would have been like to have spent a night at the mall? Major horror story! Lesson learned - never listen to a tween!