Saturday, July 05, 2008

My son, the gentleman

Olivier and I went shopping on Thursday morning for his shoes. I tried not to look as if I was with him, but he was quite nice as I was the one with the credit card. He told me that I wasn’t too bad to go shopping with. The worst thing – he confided in me- is shopping with a girl. “Especially when they expect you to carry the bags”.

4 comments:

  1. Anonymous8:02 pm

    Maybe it's just an age thing.

    Cas

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  2. Smile. When I was younger, I avoided going shopping with my mother. I was 28, she was 50. And felt shy. That people would say what is this woman doing with a young man. And she made a point to tell the sales people: His is my son. Today, she does not worry anymore. She is 87. And me 65.

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  3. Katie is at the stage where we still hold hands, but I can feel her grip loosening if she sees people she knows, so we quietly let go...

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  4. Cas: Perhaps it is.

    Peter: I remember you are very good at taking your wife shopping too.

    Dru: Treasure those moments. I miss holding little hands. Next stop; grandchildren!

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