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One More Thing...

My brother's 11th birthday is coming up tomorrow and I got him THE COOLEST PRESENTS. He's the kind of kid who doesn't mind getting clothes as long as they're cool, so I was wondering around the woefully quiet City Center looking for present ideas. I meandered into the Disney store, surprised that it was still there, and poked here and there until I got the idea in my head to look for a shirt with Dash from The Incredibles on it, because that's his fave character of all time.

I got there around 1:30 so it was absolutely dead in the store. Shuffling through the racks of shirts, I found a non-Dash shirt that was just too freaking perfect to pass up: a shirt with Mike Wazowski saying "I'm the little monster around here!". Scrambling for my phone, I asked mom, "What size shirt does Erick wear?" She told me the size of the shirt I was holding and did a victory dance. I thanked her and hung up, also delighted that the shirt was only a couple of bucks. I kept looking, and asked one of the ladies if she had any Dash apparel. Tapping her lips, she frowned around the store, then suddenly brightened and said, "I know we have a sweatshirt with him on it, but I don't think we have a shirt. "

"Perfect," I gushed as she pulled out just the size I needed. It was beautiful - a dark blue which would do amazing things to my little bro's eyes (he has the most wonderful eyes in the world), a logo of Dash with his characteristic smirk, and a label saying "Now presenting the world's fastest boy!!" I was over the moon.

I cannot wait to give them to him tomorrow. I siphoned off some of my euphoria by showing it to mom and dad and Natalie and Dave, but it doesn't compare to not knowing how he'll react when he actually opens up the box and those beautiful eyes of his double in size and sparkle and I get to enjoy the full pleasure of giving to someone else.
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Deb said…
What a great feeling, to have found something so appropriate. And what a great big sis you are.

So, City Center is still dead, huh? That makes me sad.
17/11/05 1:27 PM
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