After a round of clothes shopping, I show off my spoils to Lydia. She oohs and aahs over the t-shirts emblazoned with Wonder Woman and The Avengers. Then I pull out the pièce de résistance, a summery pink and white dress for the upcoming birthday pictures. Lydia let out a squeal that oozed of rainbows and unicorns.
“You like it?” I ask, amused by her squeak.
Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she begins to cry and she says, “Nooo, I don’t like that.” Yikes. I think her squeal was really more of a shriek.
“Aww, why don’t you like it,” I ask as I begin to search for the receipt.
“I don’t like it!” she cries.
“But I thought you like the color pink,” I continue, grasping at straws.
At that, she quickly ends the waterworks, perks up, and states, “Oh. Okay. I like it.”
I’m still holding on to that receipt, just in case.