“It’s not a community pool,” I say.
“Yeah,” Marci interjects, “Matt’s family owns it… It has a huge hot tub, too.”
“No, they do not. Marci quit teasing your sister.”
“They won’t notice.” I think Sophe actually believes her words.
We drop Marci at the fitness center and head off on a quest for those non-skid thingies, probably made in China, you put on the floor of your bathtub so your kids (or Mom) won’t slip and kill themselves in the shower… what are they called?
So, I’m walking thru the first department store (no, not Wal-Mart) and finally ask someone who needs to ask someone, who tells me…
“Yeah, they’re in the back with the shower curtains and stuff.”
I find a pretty shower curtain… needed one anyway. Looking all over for those thingies and wish, not for the first time, I knew their exact moniker.
(Found an old, ugly, thick bath mat with octopus suction cups… I think it was a beautiful shade of retirement-home-grey. I had to pass it up.)
We leave store one with shower curtain, drain stopper (my bathtub drain leaks) and a child’s make-up kit Sophe just ‘had to have.’ It was on sale – 30% off – so that makes it understandable, right? And besides, she didn’t get to go swimming…
…and she promised she'd share with Marci as long as Marci was nice, and asked ‘Please’ and didn’t try to…(I admit – I stopped listening.)
Store # 2 - grocery store. No luck there.
Store # 3 – Walgreens. No rude lady with three unruly kids, but no non-skiddy sticky stuff either…
Sophe and I are leaving the store when we pass a bin with a sign “ON SALE – 3/$10.00.” Inside are plastic, personalized cups with the most up-to-date, popular names you could ever imagine… ‘cept my kids’ names. Well, they had ‘Paige’ but no Diana, Tahna, Marci or Sophe. Go figure. No Knickerless, either – which was surprising.
Sophe looks up at me and says “We gotta get this one for Paige.”
Now remember, she didn’t get to go swimming today, like her sister did, and swimming is her favorite #1 sport of all time…
We’re rooting thru the bargain bin – I’m thinking “Maybe I can find one for one of the cousins, or something we can use as a present later. Three for ten dollars…Wow! That’s like too good to pass up… a little, crappy plastic cup for about $3.33. (I’ll give Paige the one for $3.34.) Forget we don’t need them. Cheap at twice the price!”
Sophe pulls out a cup which says “Sophia”
“I want this one!” she declares.
“That’s not your name,” I say.
“So what? It’s close enough.”
“Close enough doesn’t count in names.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, still holding the cup.
“Sophia is not your name. I don’t know any Sophias.”
She’s still looking at me with eyes that say ‘yeah, but I didn’t get to go swimming…’
“We might as well get one that says ‘Jack’,” I say.
“Who’s Jack?” she asks.
Exactly my point!
Yeah, we left the store with three cups – one which says ‘Sophia’ – but I’ve decided I’m gonna start calling her Jack anyway. What’s in a name?
(Unless you’re trying to find something specific… like those stick-on non-skid bathtub thingies… which, apparently, my town doesn’t have.)