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I can share a funny story from when Pretty was around 12 years old. We went into a shopping mall to buy her some underclothing. She checked out one side of a rack of small clothing and I looked on the other side of it. I found her size and pulled some of them off the rack when somebody walked up behind me. I assumed it was Pretty and held up the items I found and thought she's like while looking at sizes on the next row and asked, "Do you like any of these?" The person didn't take them out of my hand to look at them or say anything. I looked up and I had been trying to hand bras and panties to an older woman who asked me what I thought I was doing... Turning beet red, I told her I thought she was my daughter and I was helping find the right sizes for her... She just stood there staring at me like I was a bug she was ready to stomp on... Pretty came around the rack and took the clothes from me and the lady glared at me again and stomped off. I told Pretty never to leave me alone if I was looking for clothes for her again!

He sounds like me. Somehow, at times, I know that I should get apples but when I see the states of the apples, I went on to get the berries or strawberries instead.

What an adventure! You never know with him. My dad used to be like that, but eventually he got tired of having to go back that he started to pay closer attention.

I was wondering what happened. The few times I sent my husband alone he came back with what I did not need and he forgot to buy what was necessary.

I hope your parents are able to laugh about this. At least he made an effort.

When my husband would shop he bought a lot of snacks.

Vince is pretty good really as long as most things are pretty detailed.