My girl gas grown tired of her loft bed and has been hinting around that she would like something more her style. Meaning something more grown up and less like you might find in a frat house.
So today we shopped, Droids working overtime finding furniture stores, directions, and prices.
Droids also calling her brother and asking him to measure her mattress at home because I forgot to do it and couldn't remember if she had a full or a queen. Oops.
After five stores we found what she wanted, and she fell in love with the bedding on the display too. She's now thrilled to have a new, purple, fancy grown up room.
Not my little girl any more, but always my little girl.
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