The Cursed Stripes

On our way to South Carolina, we stopped at the Outlets to do a little light shopping. After all, we had been in the Jeep an entire 40 minutes. One of the stores that Garry stopped at was Nautica where they were apparently having a sale he could not walk away from -- a sale on girls' striped shirts. The sale was so good that he bought Emma two striped shirts -- one pink and one orange. They quickly became Emma's favorite shirts, and every morning she would ask to wear "stripes". At Family Day for Garry's work, both girls got to experience the joy of the stripes as Emma was able to wear pink and Macey wore Orange. Pure bliss. It was a long, hectic, and hot day, and Macey collapsed at the end of it all. Not wanting to wake her, we let her sleep in her orange striped shirt that night. The next morning, Emma woke up and asked for her two favorite things: chocolate milk and stripes. On the way to the kitchen, I explained that stripes were out of commission that day -- they had been worn and needed to be washed. There would be no stripes. Just when Emma was starting to accept the cruelty of it all, out walks Macey, wearing stripes, of course. For little Emma it was all just too much. She collapsed in tears. Another day of loving and laughing and joy at the Cunningham House . . . Through Editing.