Brighteyes, my 13 3/4-year old is as tall as I am. We tease her about how long she's been waiting for that to happen.
and her 11-year old sister Sunshine have been drooling over bright,
colorful, expensive workout clothes, so after church yesterday we drove
to the JCPenney outlet store in Starkville where I found them two pair
of capri pants each, an identical set of two-toned pants and a
similar-but-not-identical set of solid-colored pants.
wear the same sizes, so everything we bought them could fit each girl.
Such is the discrepancy in sizing that one set was a "small" and the
other set a "large" but they all fit the same.
I found a solid
pair of hot pink capri pants that both girls loved and that fit them
both, but the only other pants in their size (and my price range) were
black. I bought both.
We had the following conversation in the car.
Me: We've got a pair of pink pants and a pair of black pants. Who wants the pink ones?
Brighteyes washes the dishes and Sunshine dries them and puts them up.
Me: Okay, who's willing to both wash and put up the dishes for a week for the pink pants?
Me: How about two weeks?
Dad: A bidding war.
Brighteyes: She'll flood the kitchen like she did last time.
Me: If she does, she'll forfeit the pants and they'll go to you.
Dad: After you wash and put up the dishes for a week.
Me: Is that fair? Everyone agree to that?
We'll see how it goes.