Good times at the mall...

That kid is on the escalator again! ~ Brodie

Rach needed some new glasses in the worst way (they were scratched by a bunny, then finally just snapped in two) so we headed down to Flatiron Mall yesterday to get her set up. It is good to know that neither of us has matured past the age of about 14. The Dick's Sporting Goods signage made for several hours of hilarity.

We saw several hideous babies, and the world's biggest stroller as well as the dude from the cell phone kiosk unabashedly hitting on the Falafel girl. Ah young love... in the food court.

Pottery Barn Kids had a selection of $80 Halloween costumes - a far cry from the plastic smock with the Incredible Hulk's face plastered on the chest of my youth. Seriously, did we really need a Pottery Barn just for kids? But I digress...

In any event, given that we were at the friggin' mall, we had a pretty good time and managed to get out of the glasses shop without succumbing to the recommended frames pushed by the glasses shop fraus. Seriously, the checkerboard temples just weren't going to fly and I forbade even looking in the case that contained the Sarah Palin frames. Anything in there was tainted by her very mention.

We got out alive and relatively unscathed. And without purchasing any Mammoth Crocs or "Fuggs" as Rach dubbed them and I managed to not throw up when passing the candle store. That place tosses a serious reek.

~stubert.