Fitting Room Fiasco
I took my young girls to Target on Saturday to run some errands and to give their mom some time to herself. Spontaneously, I decided to try on a pair of shorts. I usually hate trying clothes on at Target because the fitting rooms are all in the ladies underwear department, which is awkward… and a little cruel. On the other hand, I needed shorts and I didn’t want to have to come back to return stuff.
My girls are 2 and 5, so I had to bring them into the fitting room with me. As soon as I took my jeans off, Gracie (my youngest) shouted “You don’t have underpants on!” I promise you, I did – boxers in fact. Jaimes, the older of the two, chimed in, “Daddy! Why aren’t you wearing underwear?!”
Anyone within earshot was surely concerned on a number of levels. I loudly reassured both the girls that I was wearing underwear and couldn’t understand why they insisted on the contrary. This continued for a while. When we left, I handed the shorts to the fitting room clerk, but she wouldn’t look at me.
In the future, I will just take the shorts/pants/what-have-you home with me and ask my wife to return what I don’t keep. The moral of the story is that being and adoptive dad is mostly just being a dad.