Fundamental Miscalculation

I got off work today and collected Logan for a trip to the local mall.  He needed new running shoes and I am not trustworthy enough to leave on my own for any real length of time so away we went.

Right beside the sports store is a dollar store and today is the first day for Operation Christmas Child, where you pack a shoebox and send it off.  I didn't register this on the way into the sports store other than grabbing up a pamphlet to read while Mr. Treadmill Runner chose his shoes.  I called Eames to see if she needed anything and she asked for a pink wig if we could find one for Halloween. 

( And that was her mistake... )

It's strangely reassuring to not be alone in requiring a chaperone though my partner in crime doesn't share the feeling.  He'll get used to it.