Romance

It's that time of year again. The "I have nothing to wear" season. Luckily, I have a daughter that loves to shop.

Maddie loves to help me pick out clothes. The only problem is that she likes the really loud, garish colors. I, on the other hand, like muted solids.

Every dress she saw, she told me that I would be beautiful in. It looked like something she




would wear. And, that's not really my thing.

Then, she started saying something that had everyone laughing.

"Mommy, isn't this dress romantic?" Everything was romantic to her. The dresses, the shoes, the earrings. They were all ro-man-tic. Classic Maddie.

At the last store, she was driving me crazy- running in and out of racks, dancing to the music and asking why they weren't playing Johnny Cash. I sent her on a mission.

"Maddie- I need some pants. Look on this and this rack of clothes and find a size 4 for me, m'kay?"

And, she was off.

A couple of minutes later, she walked over to me with a dress. A sleeveless, black dress that was just my style.

I grabbed it up, looked at the price tag, $54.99. Nope, can't spend that much today. Wait a minute. . .

"Maddie, where did you find this dress?"

"Right there. With the sign of a 5 and a 9 and a 9. Is it romantic?"

"Definitely romantic"

A $55 dress for $6 is so romantic, I think I'm in love.