"No browsing," he said. "Let's just get the stuff I need and get out of here."
"What are you; my husband?" I asked. "Hey! Look at the cute-"
"No!" he interrupted. "No cute. Just what is on the 'essentials' list."
"But-" I began. I tried to steer the shopping cart over to a display of adorable storage containers but he wrestled it away from me.
"No."
"But-" I tried again. "Area rugs? Throw pillows? A picture frame that says 'I love my mom'?"
He rolled his eyes and ignored me. We came to the comforter sets.
"OK," I said. "This is on your 'essentials' list. You need a set and some sheets. Let's see...it looks like there are 25 choices for girls and..... two for boys. Do you want blue or black?"
He chose blue. We moved on to get a basic lamp, mattress cover, towels and other entirely boring things. He refused to look at posters, storage cubes, organizers, cute message boards, curtains, area rugs, throw pillows, bookends, or anything else that might make his room look cozy and attractive.
$150.00 later, I decided that although it isn't nearly as fun to shop with teenage boys, it sure is a heck of a lot cheaper.
2 comments:
This is very deja vu. Your son sounds suspiciously like me, and you like my wife.
I'm glad you are able to look on the bright side. My sister needed a Mayflower moving truck to get all of Rebecca's stuff to Concordia last fall, and she sold one of her kidneys to afford all that stuff. ;)
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